Well, THAT was intense

Now that I got all of my angsty rage out, I feel better. Sorry about that. Not me feeling better about it, but rather the need to vent about anything else other than the boredom in my life. But hey, my blog, right? Right!

Back to ennui inspired stuff! Look!

I've:
1. Fixed the chair that the dumb movers broke.

2. Made homemade calzones and chocolate chip cookies. AT THE SAME TIME. WHAT.

3. Painted my kitchen!

4. Nearly finished a scarf for G.

5. Used the word "ennui" in a blog post.

And it's only midday on Wednesday.

Watch out world. I'm making a run for tomatoes soon and I'm going to ROCK IT.

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