the older I get the more I see people with my name, just various spellings and the identical one… where were y’all when I was little and self conscious for having a “unique” name?

equal parts confused and satisfied

had a dream last night of being in a plane crash while I pretended to be some sort of plane custodian?? flight attendant called me “Wayne”??? and then we crashed into a residential apartment building overlooking central park 🥰

pondered my orb and have come to conclusion that I’m ill and ovulating… I also may be dehydrated