Guys, I have to go back to work in two weeks. Help. I’m not ready. The United States is not ready. I’m still deciding on what to do. Meanwhile, I’ve been taking lots of long, luxurious showers and baths, perfecting the art of daily naps, celebrating the fact that leggings and sweatpants are not only acceptable, but the most appropriate choice, and signing up for way too many wine clubs.
I have purchased a stupid amount of drawer organizers, foot peels, deep conditioners, and canned goods. One day my cousins kept me hostage on a Zoom video chat for over an hour. I ended up enjoying most of it, but I’m not the type of girl who enjoys long phone calls with nothing to say. Even in quarantine. But I love them all madly, even in an annoying situation.
I have rediscovered salads. Salads with a mountain of olives and goat cheese and bell peppers. How/when did I forget my love of salads? Also my love of ice cream but let’s not discuss that. I have cooked just about everything that Chrissy Teigen has cooked on her Instagram stories, in addition to crepes. I don’t want to brag, but I’ve gotten really good at crepes. Now I’m trying to master fried chicken without frequently cooking fried chicken. How does that work?
One day I organized and cleaned out all of the kitchen cabinets, cleaned out the fridge, organized my kitchen gadgets, and ordered everything that I thought was missing. The next day I watched television for sixteen hours straight. I’m not exaggerating. I wish I could say that quarantine was making me super productive, but that would be a lie. Most days I’m just napping, scrolling Instagram, and eking out things that need to be done, like laundry.
The Bae ordered flooring for the basement, and I’m excited at the thought of a pretty, finished basement, but annoyed at having to help. I used to be really indignant during my teens when my mom would call me lazy, but now I’m just ready to accept it. I’m lazy. Don’t ask me to enjoy housework. It just ain’t gonna happen.
Flooring the basement is happening, though. So I’ve just got to suck it up. Since I’ve been exercising and stretching, my lower back has ceased to hurt so it seems I don’t have anymore excuses. I’m kind of shocked at the advantages of exercise, kids. Not gonna lie.
I think that’s all the updates I have for you today! I’ve gotta go build my immune system.
I’m on an emotional rollercoaster with this COVID-19 catastrophe. Some days I’m chilling, snuggled up on the couch, binge-watching Curb Your Enthusiasm. Other days I’m spiraling into the depths of worst case scenarios and despair. Annoyingly, I figured out that regular exercise really does improve my mood and keep the spiraling at bay. So now my options are freak the fuck out or exercise. I grudgingly choose exercise. Who knew endorphins were a real thing?
I have also tried to keep a somewhat normal schedule because I am very lucky to be working from home. But sometimes you can find me drinking coffee at 11pm and FaceTiming with my west coast friends or cracking up at Seinfeld until three in the morning. It started with me drinking coffee at 11pm as an experiment to see if it would keep me up all night. I fell asleep immediately afterward. Then, I did it again because I was bored and wanted coffee. And that time I couldn’t sleep to save my life. And now here we are.
I ordered the ingredients to make savory crepes, so that’s what I’ll be working on tomorrow. I’ve gotta throw myself into things if I’m gonna make it through this. But I also need to lie on the couch and discover new shows. So far, I’ve watched The Banker (soooo good), some Hulu movies that I can’t remember the names of (some good, some so stupid), Die Hard (twice in one day) and Die Hard 3. I have also read some books and practiced French. I hesitate to say that I’m bored because a character on one of my favorite shows (Mad Men) once said, “Only boring people are bored,” and I really felt that, ya know? I will not be that person!
Stay safe and sane, guys. Let me know what you’re doing to stay in good spirits!
Glossier opened a pop-up shop in Atlanta last Wednesday, and I…was at work. Then this weekend, the Bae and I rented bikes to ride the beltline, and when we got to Ponce City Market the line at Glossier was circling around the building. There may have been a time I would have stood in a line like that, but that time has long since passed. So today I tiptoed out of work and went. With some friends. As if it were a field trip.
It was delightful. They were burning Byredo candles in the store, and if you follow my beauty and skincare Instagram, you know how I feel about Byredo. Guys…I bought a lot of ish–the perfume, an emerald eyeliner, an exfoliating toner to test out, blush, a lip moisturizer, lip gloss… I really should have left my wallet at work. But now I have fun, glossy new things to play with! I ain’t mad at that.
But now I have to go finish the work I blew off to go to Glossier. Why do I do these things to myself?!
Guys, I’m an adult. Legally. But I’m more like an adult child.
I don’t own a raincoat or rain boots. I routinely misplace my umbrella. I don’t wear socks when it’s cold outside. I don’t check the weather before I leave the house. And even if I’m only steps outside of my door and discover that it’s raining out and I’m wearing slides, I just keep moving forward as if it’s impossible to change course. I pack my lunch at night and forget it every single morning. I’ve been driving around with the same bags of clothes in my trunk that I was supposed to drop off at Goodwill last November. What is wrong with me?! Why am I like this?!
I just ordered a raincoat and boots. Cute ones. Finally. That’s a start, I think. I also just came home from hot yoga–my attempt to get more serious about stretching. Sitting a lot of the day really tightens your back and hip muscles. I was able to buy unlimited classes for a month for forty bucks on Groupon. That’s quite a deal!
I had to take my car to the shop on Saturday because it was stalling and sometimes cutting off. Also the engine light came on. I expected the repairs to be finished today but maybe I was too optimistic, because they aren’t. I feel so lost without my car! But I’m trying to be chill about it. It’s only been a few days. Don’t be a brat, Kristin!
Ok guys, I’ve gotta go do my skincare routine. I may act like a child, but these laugh lines ain’t gonna fend themselves off!