Quarantine Day 53

I just realized I still haven’t ordered cabinet knobs so I’ve been failing for, like, three days. I did finish painting the bathroom, though, so that’s something. And I told Amazon to tell Lego to fuck off like that time in seventh grade when Doug told John to tell me we were breaking up which was especially hurtful considering I’d also gone out with John.

Totes ordering a different Lego set, tho. You can’t get rid of me that easily, you crafty craft.

I’ve been thinking about Richmond today. I’ve been thinking about being 19, what it meant to be 19, how it felt to be 19, but not wishing to be 19. I’ve been remembering all of the plans I made, all of my assumed scenarios. Houses, sentiment, structure. I miss more than I regret.

I remembered that Mother’s Day is Sunday. As experienced as I am in making Mother’s Day brunch reservations, I am equally inexperienced Mother’s Day flower delivery. Of course, it’s too late now. I caught myself considering an ugly, drastically overpriced bouquet just to be able to say I didn’t predictably fuck up an insincere gesture.