You know what kind of day you’re having.

A, “I’m in physical pain but want these edits done and omg the people that belong to me are um, you know…” But you’re finally in the shower, for a few moments of peace, where because you finally have a few moments of silence, your thoughts start to fill in.

This can’t just be me, right?

And you’re so caught up in your inner world, finally re-connecting to it and you reach out for what you think is the really nice conditioner and it’s not. It’s the super strong body wash from one of those people that belong to you and yick.

So then you spend a whole lotta time rinsing that out of your hair and wishing you were kind to drink or wear fuzzy slippers or something btu then you remember the dark chocolate-covered dried cherries and the fuzzy socks and it’s so bad and you order a hair mask because, your hair needs it after that, honestly.