tonight I am going to go out, drink some wine, order a charcuterie board, catch up with some amazing pals, and then go home, put on sweatpants (I am looking forward to this part so much it's uncomfortable), and look for fun old stuff on Craigslist. I might even bake some thangs. I. Can. Not. Wait.
Tomorrow, Tyler is taking me birthday shopping after we sleep in and have office hours and its going to be the best thing in the world.
My schedule is starting to have end times, which means I can go back to feeling like I'm in a relationship and quit being sketched out by every girl in the world.