As Usual

I dream that my sister is back; I want to go buy a new planner because mine has ran out of pages, how did I not notice? But I need to go to the bathroom first and my sister has locked herself in it. I try to poop in an empty cereal box on the balcony, but there’s a hailstorm and it’s just too much.

Frustrating

I’m about 80% sure I’m pregnant, even though I’m not showing yet. Who’s the father? Maybe my old high school crush? I have a vague recollection of being around him a few months ago, that must have done it.

After a few days I realize I’m TWICE pregnant. It’s not twins though, the second one is newer and extrauterine. I consult with a doctor, he explains I was already pregnant to begin with, so when I got knocked up again there wasn’t enough space and the new fetus settled in the wrong place. (How does my mind even come up with stuff like this?!)


I’m back to work, the store feels familiar and brand new at the same time. My cousin whisper-orders me to google how to polish diamonds, away from the customers because we don’t want them to know how rich we are now, do we?

It takes me a lot of time to type in the words, autocorrect keeps screwing them up. When I finally hit ‘search’, the firs result is,

I wish I knew.

Nobody on the whole damn world knows how to polish diamonds. Is alcohol okay? I wish I knew.