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Tonight, I spent $225.41 at Costco (using my friend’s membership) on party supplies, Thanksgiving supplies, fruit, and bone broth. I wanted to have a big party. I want to host Thanksgiving. I don’t think they were the decisions of an immature brain.

Tonight, I am trying to recall factoids about my workplace. Initially, my job is that of a tour guide. I haven’t given a tour since April, but I was assigned to give them on my birthday. I am trying to both absorb an antiquated manual and trust muscle memory.

Eventually, I will sleep, and it’ll play as it lays.

I think I’ve talked about my birthday too much with my coworkers, but I think I deserve it.

I’ll probably cry, but right now I don’t feel sad about aging. My time is my own, even at a quarter-century.