Thoughts I had on my way to work this morning:
I should start drinking coffee.
Don’t forget groceries after school.
Molly’s nearly potty trained. I need another baby.
Why is my scalp so itchy? Dear god, do I have lice?
Mean people suck. No more mean people. Purge the poison.
Our future home absolutely, positively must have an indoor swing.
Did I unplug the curling iron?
Last night Savannah used the word “impressive.” She’s basically a genius.
Mean people might be less mean if they had their own indoor swing.
What do beets taste like? We should plant some.
Research papers due today. FML.
I think I have lice.
Sinkholes are terrifying. Quit thinking about them.
Savannah’s almost four. I really need another baby.
My breath stinks.
I don’t need God. I have Glennon Melton and Taylor Swift.
Religion is confusing.
Geoff kind of looks like Mark Wahlberg, except not.
Who invented wine? I want to kiss them. On the mouth.
I will not procrastinate, I will not procrastinate, I will not procrastinate. Tomorrow.
If I had a pet snake I’d name him Donald Trump.
Am I too old for glittery nails?
Am I too young for magnesium?
I definitely have lice.
Being a human is hard.
Oh, my. This is great. There’s so much overlap in our mental monologues; we should share them sometime.