Dear Kid,
This morning, I stepped on the scale and was horrified—until I realized that the t-shirt I was wearing obviously weighed 5 pounds (obviously) so I’d actually lost weight. Which clearly entitled me to chocolate pop-tarts and a vanilla latte for breakfast. Clearly.
Yesterday I looked at the pile of papers on the kitchen counter. “I am definitely going to get to those this morning. Today. This afternoon. After dinner. Tonight. Later.” When I woke up today, they were still there. There must be a wrinkle in the universe someplace, because I’m sure I did something about those papers.
A few days ago I found a $10 bill in one of my pockets. Whoo Hoo! I used it to buy $11 worth of snacks, a $3 coffee, $26 worth of makeup, and pair of shoes that I won’t tell you how much they cost. But it was ok, because I’d found the $10, so it was pretty much all free.
Some people might say I’m lying to myself. Some might say I’m delusional. No and no. I am merely rearranging my perception of the world to fit the reality I’d like to create.
Except for the part about the t-shirt, because obviously.
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