Afternoon, gents.

I have a fidget cube, a cup of coffee, a dose of necessary controlled substances, and a healthy serving of that particular anxiety that only shows up when you’re sitting perfectly still looking at your phone and you know you’ve got Things that need doing by 11:59 in the evening but you can’t – move –

I stayed up until 3AM watching familiar movies about pirates and also superheroes. I have spent my entire morning looking at memes. There’s an Alanis Morissette song stuck in my head.

And you know what I guess I should clarify that the superheroes and the pirates did not appear in the same movie, although that combination would be the absolute best. I can totally see it.

This weekend is a weekend for putting my hair up and out of my face and drinking tea and writing term papers. This is a weekend for true crime podcasts and Taylor Swift albums, for excel spreadsheets, for thick readings about the philosophies of distributive justice. These next few minutes are for doing laundry. At least one hour before bed sometime soon is for drawing up connections between epistemology and political discourse. At least a couple more of those hours are for naps.

I wish I had a largish whiteboard, an attention span, possibly a soulmate, understanding, and more time.

But it’s no good just sitting here and wishing.

I hope it’s an excellent Friday.