09.27.06 :: 11:27 am
Anyway. Typewriter: broken. No vintage, kitschy conversation piece for the guests.
Y'all are gonna have to make do with a regular old book and pen, my loves 'cause I can't waste one more brain cell on this matter.
Why am I panicking? I feel an entire enclave of butterflies swarming at all times in my belly.
I can't believe I'm going through this week without a drink.