rn

• rn I'm sitting at my computer in my favorite pj pants (they have pockets) my hair pulled back, my Mickey mouse snuggie with my legs crisscross applesauce. 
• rn the TV is on. It's playing Mystery Diners and the owner is getting pissed at their manager who is stealing money from their business.
• rn my sister's hamster keeps getting stuck under the computer desk so I keep reaching down and picking up his ball and moving him.
• rn my parents and brother are skyping my sister who lives in Germany
• rn I'm thinking I should go talk to her but I feel bad because she wants me to take over her job in Alabama and I have NO desire to go to Alabama.
• rn the owner on Mystery Diners swore and they bleeped it out and all the possibilities are going through my head. I'm pretty sure it was fuck
• rn my fingers are cold
• rn I'm overthinking this post. I feel like what I'm typing isn't good enough
• rn I feel closer as a CW2 class than ever before.
• rn I feel bad for not telling Sol I couldn't watch the movie on Friday. I had to go to young womens instead.
• rn my back is sore.
• rn my brother just told me "these guys look like Amish rappers."
• rn I'm trying to figure out what the hell an Amish rapper looks like.

Right now, I am real and I am alive