I hate wanting to do some ruminating and self contempt about how I spent my day, and then whoops, I enriched myself with a run, visiting interesting places to get familiar with the city that will be my home for three months, got to see a forest in the middle of Brooklyn, and got kinda spooked, bought a cute blouse, pumped some really pretty ink in my favorite fountain pen, and had a server at a BBQ place yell my fucking deadname because I haven't updated my credit card and their terminal gets your name from your bank, and I took it all in fucking stride.

I mean, I did do my nails and fuck it up. But I really oughtn't put so much stock in such things.