reading, overthinking

Whoops
So my bestie and I were deep in another universe-level convo, then somewhere between me laughing and my brain giving up, I started feeling kinda antsy. It wasn’t him or anything, I just thought he’d know stuff I didn’t. So yeah, maybe I’m the problem. But like, a cute one. Oh well, it’s already 2:25 and I forgot the scheduled eggs. Again.

Lunch with a Side of Existentialism
After having boiled eggs, I made toast. Or at least, something buttered. I poured some milk into a glass filled with ice, grabbed my plate and started munching. But me being me, I started thinking about how black holes die.

Borrowed this digitally from Archive.org’s library

 

My reading list and real-life stuff are stacking up fast, so I’m taking a little journaling break for now. I’ll pop back in next month, or maybe the one after. For now, here’s some solid evidence that I used to read more than I participated in the human experience.