I am hungover. Well, I should specify. I am mildly hungover. I am not so hungover that I cried or couldn’t figure out how to make coffee, but I am hungover enough that my eyes rejected mascara and my body gagged a little at two different scents, one of which belonged to a food I really like. Cute, huh? My hangover solutions have changed so … Keep reading…

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Weird story: I recently picked up a curling iron by the hot part and turned my hand into a calloused, nonfunctional lobster claw. Brilliant. It should come as little surprise I have only wanted to leave the house for coffee. Thankfully, my best friend Sara got me a gift that explains how much I love cats and how little I love being social. … Keep reading…

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