Jan 05, 2021 23:42
Though my most common recurring dream has to do with missing deadlines for student recommendations, I did get so fucked up on New Years Eve that I couldn't see straight until three days later. I've always found it so obnoxious when people with babies get too fucked up at weddings, and now I know, to do it in the privacy of my own home.
The next morning, P let me sleep in, even though he could barely see straight himself, and we managed to keep our newborn baby alive with our barely functioning brains. And we felt proud of ourselves. We muscled through. After we bathed her, sang to her, kissed on top her kiwi hair, and put her down to bed, we held each other and fell on the floor with headaches, laughing at nonesense.
20.21. I remember I picked my phone number in that strip mall when I was 20 years old, going on 21.