Coming home to a freshly vacuumed apartment and cold leftover chili chicken from the Hakka restaurant down the street in the fridge.
I should get a cleaning lady so I can feel like this more often.
Unfortunately, that freshly laundered fabric that is patiently waiting to be turned into a tunic is still mocking me. More on that later.
Many...many things I want to write about, but it is late and it's a school night and I already have too little to present in group meeting on Tuesday. If I'm going to have as many interests as I do, I should really work more on my time management skills.
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