Easter

It is Easter, it is 6:15 in the morning, and apparently my family has absolutely nothing planned, or at least that is what I have been told, which somehow feels less like a plan and more like a group shrug organized by my sister. Meanwhile, Sheila invited me to her place weeks ago and I could just jump in the car and go and it would probably be a really fun hang, but I still do not feel great and gas prices are out here acting like they are part of the plot, because it is going to cost me like 70 dollars just to get there. So now I am sitting here in full internal monologue mode, weighing cozy, slightly sick, do nothing Easter against spontaneous road trip energy, and honestly it feels like the kind of decision that should come with coffee. Anyway, stay tuned, what will I end up doing today.

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