march 5, 2026
thursday
thursday
> customer asked me my name, said they’d seen me around a lot(?), and then introduced themselves — what I’m supposed to make of this I don’t know
> told off one of my co-workers for trying to get another one of us to make his drink (seriously dude, you’re doing too much, you’re how old?)
> tried to play my set on the radio, but there was some sort of ghoul haunting the air, and I wasn’t able to connect
> we got sugar free red bull back at the cafe, but it’s hidden so only the baristas know — I exclusively only drink the sugar free red bull, I’m of the belief all liquids should have no calories universally (it doesn’t make sense that a liquid can have energy in it and not just be a net-neutral)
> realized I’ll have to do office hours with my professor, so I’ll be staying on campus until at least Monday (sad emoji)
> talked with a coworker while closing about all the things we find attractive in other people
> swept the fuck out of the floors, found a chess piece under the coffee machine #treasure
> went to my final classes for cuteness studies and sosc, got sort of emotional
> in said classes talked about how I think there is an element of class inherently linked to minimalism (we were talking about Marie Kondo and “sparking joy”), and how the idea of throwing things out a) was not revolutionary to me and b) made me think about how my mom always forces us to mend things or sew them back together because growing up she had nothing — there’s no use throwing something out just because it doesn’t “spark joy”
> in the same class we brought up this article, and how the act of sewing a button and mending the item was linked to this idea of minimalism and loving the item for what it does for you, and it made me think of my mom
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