I wrote that Brooklyn 99 ficlet that I just did and glanced over it to find about 20 words missing throughout that I forgot to type. My brain might be dying? It is definitely rebelling, I feel suuuuuuper effing off today.
y’aaaaall it turns out I get 18 free sessions with my therapist every year. I thought it was just 18 sessions, like, ever. perks of being a government employee.
since I’ve been on a ridiculously good streak and haven’t had much to talk about lately, I’m going to see how I feel not going for a bit and she’s going to call me in November if I don’t set up an appointment before then~*~
i described myself as a delicate baby trash cat earlier and i don’t entirely know what that means but it’s real and true
oh my god, they were roommates 