Today I am writing to this song cranked on repeat all day. The tones dissolve into my synapses in raindrop circles until the words flow.
Guess what? I bought a house *beaming smile*
It’s amazing and I’m in love with it and I can’t wait to show you.
Holy shit, you guys. I sold my house. In four months I have to be out. I can go anywhere. Do anything. I’ve got some kind of terrifying existential agoraphobia, and I’m jumpinggggggggggg . . .
Imma hide this down here: I’m publically committing to releasing my next book on Friday 1 September. There, now I can’t procrastinate any more.
Australian stationery brand Kikki K is releasing a wooden box to conspicuously put your phone in when you get home so you are forced to interact with the humans you live with.
God forbid we should, you know, just turn our phones off. Or maybe the idea is to gift one of these to the person who won’t meet your eyes for longer than half a second at a time, as a subtle hint. At $USD $18 for the small Kikki K box and USD$36 for the large it looks like offline really is a luxury.
Grab a glass of wine and close your eyes.