hate it when I'm phlegm-y cus then I got some mini apothecary in my brain muttering about the four humors whilst I hunt down actual medicine for my medical issue
I was trying to clean up after starting a load of laundry but the dog was practically stalking me. Sat down to focus on something and the fuzzy harlot immediately claimed my lap
at most my fixing would be more of a personal domestication where they don't mess up my space but still are committing mayhem elsewhere cus I think it's funny
the morning has been...less than desirable. Milk exploded on me out in public and soaked my new jeans and dad texted the group chat yelling about my wheelbarrow in the garage he never goes in