Today was a great day. I took no psychic damage and I got to see a friend I haven’t seen in a while and I got a nap AND Jerry and I got to go on a date. All of the ands.
There was a small mishap with magnetic eyeliner, false eyelashes, and scissors. That’s all aside from the fact that I do not do well with liquid liner and looked a little like if Elle Woods were auditioning for clown college instead of Harvard. What? Like it’s hard. I was trying to snip the eyelashes at about 2/3 length… while they were on… and grossly underestimated the strength of the magnet and the metal scissors. I was .:this close:. to losing an eyeball on Friday the 13th of 2020. That would be a story for the ages.
Instead, Jerry and I (fake eyelashless) went to Tucano’s Brazilian Grill and ate ourselves stupid. It was glorious and now I must lay down like a boa constrictor and digest for 2-5 days. Or maybe like max 10 hours before I decided I neeeeeed a donut tomorrow morning.
Idk what happened to that picture. It was sorta low lighting and I suppose my phone was pregaming. Oh well. There we are.
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