April 7th completely flew away from me. Each day feels a little more incomprehensible and like I’m entering an abyss of time. But, I cleaned, organized, painted, and actually washed my face. Oh, and I talked too long again. I’m dying to eat fresh vegetables and will probably cave and go to the grocery store.
At least there’s paint mixing. It always feels good throwing things into a jar even if I don’t use them well.
I wish I could remember what they were so I could properly assess. Oops.