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I finished my submission for seasonsofdrabbles a whole two days early. Who am I?

Watched Freaky Tales (mostly for Pedro Pascal, I'll be honest), Another Simple Favor, and now am starting Conclave, though I don't know how far I'll get tonight since it's nearly 2AM.

I popped into Trader Joe's after work to load up on goodies to lift my spirits. Man, I'm gonna miss Trader Joe's.

I'm going through a phase where I'm not sure if I'm tired, lazy, or depressed. There's a lot I want to do, but I drag my feet. I am tentatively making plans to catch the train to LA on Saturday to go see a Yellowstone wolf photography exhibit by a wildlife photographer called Ronan Donovan, who I am quite the fan of, which will only be shown through mid-June. I want to visit Little Tokyo also, and load up on snacks I won't have access to in a few months so that I can ship a big ol' box of them to Blair's place and fetch them when I arrive in Wisconsin. I want to eat at some of my favorite restaurants; the best curry is in Little Tokyo, mm-mm. But then I just think. Wouldn't it be way nicer if I slept all afternoon curled up comfortably in my bed and did nothing for a whole day?

Maybe it would. But that's neither here nor there. I have a funk to clamber out of.