Today I was going to visit a mall, go to Barnes and Noble, visit a Japanese restaurant for lunch, sample some new teas. This was supposed to be my reward for finishing out the semester and submitting the final grades.
The mall is located on a direct line from my house. All I need to do is leave the house, drive in a straight line for 25 minutes, and I’m there. But. . . I got lost. Circled around for an hour, ended up in a trailer park I never knew existed, grew desperate, and went home.
There are days when I’m just weird and everything I do ends up being weird. I’m now trying to make some borscht under the theory that it’s something I can’t mess up no matter how off I’m feeling.

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