At my really old apartment there would be like five slugs in my bathroom at nighttime. That was legitimately the best part of that bathroom, it had a makeshift shower, and it came with mold on the walls that I just couldn't clean off no matter HOW HARD I tried. So one time, I was taking a shower and one of the slugs was hanging from the ceiling by a rope of slime, which I did not know they did when they weren't mating. Anyway, the little motherfkr dropped itself down the drain. I was like, Oh god, and I stopped the water because I don't fkn know when a slug can and can't be OK. Anyway, they were my little buds.
I was just thinkin about this this morning because it was the 4th day in a row I'd been up all night and seen the sun rise on account of my quarantine sleep schedule. I opened the curtains this morning to let in that sweet sweet sunshine, and the color of the sun on the trees and leaves reminded me of how it felt to wake up with so much energy like when I was in elementary school. The trees and leaves in my childhood home backyard had the same warmth. Back then it truly felt like every day was new. I wasn't dead on the inside yet so I actually consistently looked forward to going to school. It was an environment where I thrived academically and socially and the impostor syndrome hadn't come in yet. I still felt unconditionally loved by my family. I was still so excited for the future. what a TIME!
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