Just get up.

Trying to push away the thoughts. Should just meditate. That will help.

Out of cinnamon.

Day 5.

He says nothing on the drive. I try to get him to say something about the podcast or the weather. Just silence.

“It doesn’t matter how much education or money you have. If you’re not a good person, it means nothing.” I like this guy. He laughs at my bad jokes and the kid a gentle giant.

He’s googling the movie.

Headache.

I make a mental list of everything that is going wrong in this moment, in this week, in this month. It is so very long. I remind myself that life is hard for everyone.

Dairy-free ice cream is the worst. Just the absolute worst.