Just doesn't feel right calling some things a biscuit or a cookie. Like "rich tea cookie" or "chocolate chip biscuit" doesn't sound right.

I'm just gonna do cheese on toast. I feel like I'm gonna oversleep tonight and I don't want to be up late cooking something. I'm very glad I said I wouldn't change my 1-6 shift to a 9-6 tomorrow purely because someone "might" be sick. Like yay hours, but I'm tired.

Like, that was the closest I've felt to having a soul mate. Someone I didn't have secrets with. He was straight, but he'd send me pictures of his crotch when he shaved. I'd get messages at 2am asking if I wanted to go out for a drive to get a vegan sausage roll and watch the sky. I truly loved him.