yesterday & months ago
all the things. i hate that my settings default to "paragraph" mode and double-space everything. my house smells like pie, and i cannot fully put my arm down as i type because i'm wearing a thick wooden bangle on my arm. i added more coffee to my mug along with some cacao and coconut milk cinnamon a pinch of salt not because i had convinced myself it would be delicious but because it sounded good at the time. it's good enough to drink, and right now, that's all i ask. it's about lunchtime, but salt & cracked pepper pretzels were the only thing that sounded good. i ate some and then tucked the bag back in the pantry because if i brought them here they'd be gone soon. too soon. just like the salt & vinegar chips that my son demolished yesterday. i had two chips out of the whole bag. TWO . and he left the bag on my desk after he finished his homework. empty. to taunt me. i craved those exact chips when i was pregnant with him. i should not...
