My 10-year-old kettle is gone. And I wake up at four in the morning, I can’t exactly go to the kitchen to warm up some water for my ultra-processed cappuccino. So long story short, money was spent (again) to buy a new one.

And me being me, of course I didn’t stop at the kettle – boy, how an online cart can be a dangerous place to add products at 5 a.m. (needless to say chocolate was involved). The only thing left to do now is water the plants with fertilizer and glue a weather sticker on my diary to remind me that yesterday was a cloudy day – I bought a sheet of sticks with 3 weather options: sunny, cloudy and rainy.

Writing what happened yesterday in the diary was a pleasant task. Not so enjoyable, though, for I was too warm in my bed and the light of the table lamp wasn’t reaching the pages with strength enough to lighten it up. I didn’t get up to ajust the angle of the lamp, and the result was to suffer in silence while trying to write my memories in the diary – sometimes you win, sometimes you lose ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Anne Rios

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