at least I'm good at something
Only the second day of school, and already my procrastination skills are プロ並み. I spent like 4 hours today putting magazine clippings on the ceiling and wall... and while it's beautiful, it also seems like a formal concession of defeat. I am officially leaving the world of real men and drowning myself in this crazy Johnny's-induced fantasy world. It can't be healthy, and I acknowledge that fully.
First day of work! After the summer, I am so used to being wary of callers and treating them as the enemy/a way to kill time? that it is strange to go back to fluffy happy helpful mode. This will take adjustment.
Doing well thus far with the being nice to land animals thing. Proud ♡