In Which I Am a Grownup
Sometimes I get can’t help but get excited by my own grownup-type productivity. I go to the grocery store. I wash the dishes. I do the laundry. I pay my bills. I make a real pasta dinner with actual noodles and actual sauce (yes, from a bottle, but still very grownup, not even a little bit Kraft Dinner). And then I go and play Paper Mario for four hours.