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Ken has this incredibly fancy massage chair in his office that you can talk to (“Osaki, increase pressure.”) so we went in today and took turns working and using the chair. It was amazing. The building was completely deserted and I got so much writing in. I was so locked in I tried to take my work into the massage chair. But Ken insisted I had to “give myself to Osaki.” So I did. I usually hate massage chairs but this one was utter heaven.
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funny thing about anxiety is sometimes it kind of breaks your sense of danger. like i am known for repeatedly putting myself in situations that make my friends go "bro you couldve died. werent you scared?" and the answer is 👍 yjeah. i did it scared. i do everything scared. i didnt know that was the actual important kind of scary because i usually have to ignore my fears to function in society. it will happen again. watch out.
Woman in front of me in line at the caffe nero changed my life yesterday when she ordered a prosciutto sandwich but pronounced "prosciutto" like it rhymed with mosquito. "Pruh-squee-toe."
I heard this person say "uhhhh yeah can I get a prosquito sandwich please?" and I knew I'd never be the same. Prosquito. Prosquito. Its everything to me. I haven't been able to stop saying that lmfao. This is my spinch. This is my bagel and creem cheems. This is my ranibow sprimkle.
friends and family are already tired of me going crazy over prosquito but its so special to me
You try writing a sex scene while sitting in a booth at Panera.
My ankle is like 60% better. I can walk, I just have to be careful not to step wrong. I’m scared to shower though. 🫣
I canceled pickleball and spent the whole day on my Steam deck. Josh cooperated by napping all day which is completely unheard of.
Random video of her oh so patiently waiting for her pup cup at the ice cream place. Shes such a gd lady.
I hurt my ankle.
Not playing pickleball. Not at the gym. Not even walking the gd dog.
I hurt it in the shower. Balancing on one leg to wash the other. I over-leaned or something. The pain is so bad I’m shivering. This freaking blows.
I have my drill group tomorrow so I’m praying it’s just a twinge that goes away overnight. A girl can dream.
Come on, body! Get it together girl.
Did I beat Ken at singles? No. I literally never do. But did I at least play well? Also no god look at this ass level of play!!
We ended up playing three doubles games after this and making four new pickleball friends. Yay!
I had one point during one of the matches that was so fucking beautiful I pretty much wanted to just pack it in and go home after because that was it. That was peak performance. I will probably never play that well again.
I’m currently reading two very challenging books (one in physical meatspace, one on kindle) that are both very unsettling and also very, very good.
On Tuesday nights Ken has softball after work so he comes home really late. But Josh didn’t get the memo so she starts looking everywhere for him at his usual time. 🥺
Oh and I’m supposed to just get up and start my day? When I’ve got this cuddlebug sleeping soundly beside me? I don’t think so.
(Not pictured: the dog sleeping alongside my back. I am the cheese in this cuddle sandwich.)
I subbed in a ladies’ pickleball league tonight. I played six games and went UNDEFEATED!!!
Oh and I’m supposed to just get up and start my day? When I’ve got this cuddlebug sleeping soundly beside me? I don’t think so.
My toxic trait is I absolutely cannot sit in the salon for the 10-15 minutes it takes my polish to dry so I sneak out halfway through telling myself I’ll just be really careful this time only to once again mess it all up in the car.
