It's eight in the morning and everyone has scattered already to the four corners. Duncan made a take out coffee run for at least ten of us. No one slept. Maybe it was something in the water. Or something in the air. Either way the third Monday in January is called the worst day of the year for mental health by a travel company who was trying to drum up business fifteen or so years ago. Before that we called it late January in fucking Canada and it was just as hard but now it can be hard with a side of guilt for not looking after your self and mental health by booking an expensive shitty tropical trip somewhere lame.
If you love that kind of thing, enjoy. I am famous for not sitting still ever, so the thought of lying on a chair drinking overpriced methanol in the blazing destructive sunshine would be a form of torture to me. Built Different, as my shirt says today, but it's baby pink and the words are bubble-font with flowers and sparkles.
The coffee is delicious (still black, though for my next trick I'm going to try the espresso over orange juice that I saw in a travel vlog where a British couple went to Chengdu to see the pandas and seemed so terribly unprepared but insanely flexible and wholesome at the same time. I actually worry about them but also travel vlogs while knitting are great since you can only watch Hamilton five or six times in a week before you begin to quote it nonstop and drive your loved ones mad.
Of course if they can do it, I can do it so it's been added to my bucket list. Pandas in Chengdu. Not sure if it will happen because right now I'm OBSESSED with Chongqing videos and yet I know if I go there I will be lost forever because I'm so bad with directions I get lost trying to find my way out of bathrooms at movie theatres and on ferries and it would just be awful but at the same time the culture shock would be incredible.
Also I'm currrently on a kick to make some dystopian fingerless gloves for all of us because they look so cool and are so practical so I have lots of work to do and will need lots of content to watch. I'm a Netflix whore forever but I stacked up Don't Move and Alice, Darling on the weekend already so two is lots. Don't Move had Finn Whitrock (he was amazing in American Horror Story) who was so good as a good bad guy, and the premise was terrifying. But also it was a bit convenient and the boat part was neat. But I prefer flat out slasher films and European spy movies to just straight up backwoods thrillers. This didn't have enough chase because duh, she was paralyzed.
Alice, Darling was so well-acted I paused mid-movie to see if Anna Kendrick had won any awards for it but also it was weird in that her boyfriend's level of control was described very ambiguously and I was left thinking they played it a tiny bit safe but had they let the boyfriend slip any further the movie would have been a modern day Sleeping With the Enemy, which, well, nothing can touch.
I had two packages of instant Cream of Wheat sprinkled with brown sugar with my coffee so my insides are warm too. It's not at all due to my Joe Fresh leggings because they are t-shirt weight or due to my WEST COAST sweatshirt from a pop-up shop at a farmer's market in a little town out in the valley. It's the coffee and the fuel and it's as close as I can get to grits here so good enough.
Caleb laughed when I made my bowl and when I offered him one he hesitated just long enough so tomorrow I'm sure he'll join me and we'll finish the box and then I need to work on the last two boxes of instant oatmeal. Otherwise they will sit in the pantry until next winter because I only eat them when it's super cold out and it's -4 right now, -6 with the rare winds that keep blowing through. I kind of love it, since no one has to go out and it's cozy inside.
I'm going to get all of my chores done fast so I can watch the American things happening below us. Best horror movie ever, frankly. I wish it didn't have so many sequels.