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Those cinnamon buns were the worst! But at least they were very expensive, so it hurt twice.

Do you know those people who buy a very dry and far too expensive cinnamon bun and then let it ruin their whole day? They don’t stop complaining about it, it wrecks their mood, and they can’t get over the atrocity they had to endure? I never wanted to be a person like that, and I’m happy to report that I didn’t become one.

I don’t want the quality of my life to be determined by how well I can circumvent every tiny inconvenience. It’s far more fun to just go with it and consider the worst cinnamon bun of your life not a personal affront, but a good story to tell.

Gigabyte has a question.

We should react with “Ew,” then completely ignore whatever tried to rage-bait us more often.

Life is more rewarding when you’re invested in things.

My journal entry from two years ago (just a classic text-based journal) ended with me promising myself I wouldn’t spend my birthday alone the following year. And I didn’t.

Last year, I invited my friends over on the evening of my birthday, and it was wonderful. Now many of them have babies, so this year I invited them over on Sunday afternoon for coffee and cake instead. It was great.

I went to bed blissful and full of gratitude.

I later discovered that Waterstones is just the starting point. There are so many incredible bookshops in the UK. What a paradise!

The walls are thin, and I'm a bit sensitive to noise.

I'll never enjoy flying. It's against nature and shouldn't be possible.

Poopin' and cleaning up my little town.