I don't know if it's the sudden loss of a job making me delirious or what, but for some reason, my internal dialogue is starting to sound like a sports announcer lately.

"She steps up to the mailbox, braces herself... Considers her options.... And it's a tax form. We're getting a lot of these...."

Today's lesson from signing up for benefits and insurances: apparently I'm worth more dead than alive.

Nobody tell my family. 😅

"Hey, Chen, they used to make jewelry and stuff out of hair, right? If we want to try an exhibit or a cool craft, we should--"

DON'T. TOUCH. MY HAIR.

My friends, in case you were wondering, you'll be happy to know that Tennessee's cannabis industry is booming and going as strong as ever.

How do I know this?

I can smell my neighbors from three floors up.

Take me back 💕🧚👸

Maybe it’s anxiety
Maybe it’s too much coffee
Doubtful it’s Maybelline, but at this point I’ll keep my options open

Flying Tennessee to Florida: Empty your pockets, take off your belt, quick scan, as you were.

Flying Florida to Tennessee: If you get to keep your pants on, enjoy your privilege.

Some days I love my job more than anything. I've grown as a person, my team is the best, and I feel like I'm making a difference.

Other days, my work bestie decides her craft for the month must involve glitter.

Protein bars: *exist on the snack table in the common room*
Me with an ED: *picks one up and starts to read wrapper*
Work Bestie from inside the office about 40 feet away: Chenna, stop reading labels on your food and just eat!
Me: ..... Bitch.

Cooking with ADHD like
1. Open dishwasher, wonder why broccoli isn't in there
2 Remember, retrieve broccoli from microwave, mix with other ingredients.
3. Preheated oven beeps, open door and very nearly put plastic mixing bowl inside.
4. Panic and look for casserole dish in the fridge instead.

Aight let's try this. Might be a storytime page but we'll see.