My brain has been nonstop. I feel like its flooded in confetti. I have been working at starbucks for the past couple of weeks in hopes to scramble up some cash, and while working the drive-thru window, a woman (who ordered a sugar-free hazelnut latte with extra sugar) demanded my birthdate to then tell me I have a serious problem with over analyzing. Two cars later, a man stole the tip jar perched on the window sill. Time to think.

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