I’m eating Aislyn’s strawberry salad from Panera that she didn’t want last night. It’s good. I love strawberries.
Believe it or not, I’m a box or so ahead. I’ve got four left. Sherrie’s still out. I’ve been singing to myself a lot. 80s, 90s, Florence and the Machine’s Drumming Song. I can’t sing, but I like to. Nobody can hear me because of all the noise. Now my voice is hoarse.
I also talk to myself. You might think I’m crazy, but actually, talking to oneself is a sign of good mental health.
Time to go.