Existential Crisis

Sunday morning, I woke up with the weirdest feeling. I kind of just felt like I didn't belong-- I didn't belong in my bed, in my room, in my body, anywhere. From then on, this week has been an almost non-stop existential crisis, and holy shit, am I exhausted. I'm sure other people are tired of me and my whining, but they'll get over it shortly after I get over myself hah.

I've accomplished an awful lot lately, and I don't know why I never blog about anything. For the sake of simplicity, here's a list:

1. I helped plan and run an event, which took place today and was quite a success.
2. I baked vegan cupcakes from scratch for the first time and they were fucking delicious.
3. I helped paint a giant 15x4 foot banner for the event.
4. I did three acrylic paintings on canvas, which I don't think I've ever done before.
5. I bought a Yudu.
6. I made myself a Jawbreaker shirt and printed a bunch of 3SN shirts.
7. I made over $40 off of 3SN stuff today.
8. I discovered that I have gallstones and have surgery scheduled for June 15.

I feel like I've done more than that, but it's slipping my mind. I lead a generally unexciting life, filled with unnecessary emotions, bitterness, and Jawbreaker.

SXR