It’s so sad when you finish eating the cheese in the salad and then you have to stop eating the salad.

I thought of a joke to tell my therapist but I don’t see her until the 30th but it won’t be topical then. Should I email her.

This afternoon in therapy I said, “OK I don’t know how familiar you are with the band Fleetwood Mac or their 1997 live performance of the song Silver Springs.” One of us had a breakthrough today I’m just not sure it was the person paying $200 an hour to be there.

I’m usually mindful of what music I am listening to when I open my car window to fob into my parking garage, but just now I was a little spaced out and passers by heard me absolutely blasting the soundtrack to A Goofy Movie

I’m “my camera roll is full of pictures of QR codes” years old.

I know the elite girl dinner is Caesar salad and fries and believe me I have ordered this many times but hear me out: Caesar salad and mac-and-cheese.