i’m still going to find birthday cards from three years ago in my purse. i’m still going to drop wadded up dollars on the ground every time i take my hand out of my coat pocket. i’m still going to write everything i need to do during the week in my planner but then not do half of those things because somehow my planner ended up under my comforter, which i will only discover after i can’t find my phone anywhere and i take my comforter off my bed because i know that i often leave my phone on my bed before i get in the shower in the morning.
or 