Spirit animal, obvs.
And it’s also the time when there’s no paycheck in sight and nothing but stress on the horizon, and then your roommate (who’s actually been letting you stay with her for free, because you’ve known each other since you were 8) gives you a hug and tells you that at 2pm you’re coming with her to a wine tasting she’s going to at the fanciest golf club in town… and there’s to be a massive, delicious buffet.
That is a deeply necessary and relief-bringing time.
Things were going so well. At least well-ish.
Alas, this is what it has come to, folks. I feel like I’m so close to something, but I’ve known for a while I have to do it somewhere else, and it’s just so frustrating to not be able to do that right now. I’m delusional, right?