Like going to an all-you-can-eat fried chicken event at a fancy restaurant in the middle of the night. I am not that into fried chicken but I ate the fuck out of the sides and drank the fuck out of some champagne.

I am simultaneously proud of myself for doing this* and horrified that I did it. Not horrified about the eating, or whatever. Horrified that I'm so proud. I feel like I accomplished something. (hint: I accomplished nothing)

*A habit my old roommie and I picked up together was getting what we call "high self esteem" from doing easy or ordinary things. Like if we fixed some shit in the house, we'd spend days feeling irrationally proud of ourselves. Same goes for doing something fun.

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Hope y'all had a nice night. I know MRS Bataar did. Going to bed since I'm turning into a pumpkin.