let’s gain all the weight

• haven’t been working hard at all this week or maybe even last week, maybe all month, let’s be real
• got in a fight last night with ross about italy where i actually stomped my foot and left the room in a huff — “ONCE A BRAT ALWAYS A BRAT”
• accidentally have been watching a lot of npr tiny desk concerts (MIDDLE AGE)
• my skin lately is that of a troubled teenager + an old desiccated sack
• would really love a lap blanket at the office and also maybe a hearth
• i keep saying “i’m dead inside” to people as a half-joke but i wonder if this is potentially poisoning my human soul well
• i’ve been doing so much research about italy, and the food, my lord, i’m going to eat it all and get as fat as possible: pasta, gelato, gelato in brioche (WHAT) (this doesn’t even truthfully sound that good to me but i deeply support the idea of it), fresh ricotta, fresh ricotta on the spot pumped into cannolis, pistachio pesto, sundried tomatoes, more pasta, please, yes, please, let’s gain all the weight.