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Lately I have been feeling like I've been eating dirt and rubbing dirt in my eyes at the same time. It's mental but also physical.

I cut through my friends' house on my way to work and it was like walking into a burrow of cozy mice all hunkered down with their tea and offering me cookies; a drive thru car wash for the spirit. I want to be in the burrow and make everyone a big warm wet soup that we gather round. The soup has king oyster mushrooms and Chinese fivespice in it and I will let you play whatever you want on my Switch and get under the nice fuzzy blanket with me when we're done. Don't worry, we can all fit under there. A friend with more money than me left it in my dorm freshman year of college and it is from the Pottery Barn.