So sweaty. I can’t fall asleep. At least it’s only 1 o’clock in the morning which means there’s a chance I can get at least 2 more hours of sleep.

Pain.

I forgot to wash their pajamas for pajama day. Short cycle wash.

Nine hundred. In 100 more days I will have written 1,000 days which is 10,000 things. 10,000 moments of an ordinary extraordinary life.

Start from the beginning.

I think it’s funny how every night I feel so uncertain and limbless but every morning I manage to wake up with a new kind of resolve. What happens throughout the course of the day that strips away at surety?

I want to never return.

That moment when you remember you no longer get to hang out with your family during breaks because things have changed.

Eat up all the leftovers. Find comfort in not having to stress about cooking.

Chance the Rapper while scrubbing toilets. I tell him that I just want to wake up to a clean house. I just really enjoy a clean house. Perhaps he forgot all those things about Cancers that she read aloud.