Getting emo cause I love my friends

As of this weekend I’m developing a disorder where I can’t stop doing stuff. Does anyone know what it’s called?
I think I’m turning into my mom.

I don’t even have anyone to sing “No Children” with.

Some songs weren’t meant for the dark, but for windswept sunny October days, and so I’ve had to temporarily reverse my “sad songs only on the way home from work” rule.

As a favor to a family member, I reluctantly agreed to be planner and executer of two days in the city. The person visiting last minute wanted to go to the 9/11 museum so we had to change our plans.

I’m re-reading old Hung Up newsletters and I am once again amazed at the passage of time. The shows I still haven’t watched. Bennifer has been together way longer than I thought!

Working in a public library is so interesting. Some senior citizens were loudly having a conversation about trans people just as I was double checking the teen volunteer pronouns on their applications.

I’m trying to think of what I can talk about on this, my public social media account. Here’s something: I got bitten by a mosquito on the pad of my foot.

I’m just realizing I’ve never had a public social media account EVER.

I’m doing this with a bad heart attitude as my mom would say.

Do you ever think that our socials are divine punishment from God?