As an aside, I really wish that guys would stop sending me unsolicited dick pics. What do they think I’m going to do with them, besides laugh/cry? Zoe and I call penises “disgusting appendages” that basically serve one purpose, a purpose best served in the complete dark without visual contact and not with a telescopic HD lens. JFC.
I’ve spent the week trying to sift through everything I own, deciding what to pack for Chicago immediately, what to pack for the long-term, and what to donate/trash. The original goal was to donate/trash half of everything and start anew, or at least start clutter-free. Not sure whether that goal is still feasible, given that I am going to Philadelphia tomorrow. It’s fine though. It’ll work itself out, everything always does. I’m going to start The Bell Jar and hope I feel better tomorrow.