The 4th grade lighthouse.

I finished Pretty Little Liars book 6. I haven’t read it in over a decade and didn’t remember much. I’m a girl who doesn’t give spoilers, so I’ll keep it simple and say the ending was more jarring than what I had remembered.

Jarring and HORRIFYING.

It’s nice remembering that while my life is scary and uncertain, no one is stalking or trying to kill me. That’s no spoiler and is evident in chapter 1 of book 1.

I’m a functionally paranoid person. I try to fire-extinguisher it, but as Kurt Cobain once said: “Just because you’re paranoid, dont mean they’re not after you.”

Still doubt that I’m marked for death, which is always a plus.

I should have gone to the gym but I went to Barnes and Noble instead. Didn’t buy anything but Kombucha. Walked around and smelled books. People-watched. I saw a man who was at least 6 foot 6. Another jarring part of my evening.

There was a thunderstorm. It delayed my mom and brother‘s flight back to Dallas. They are hotel stranded... of course. My brother is being a trooper. I’m grateful for his agreeable nature and his lack of violence. He drives me crazy with the way he constantly rewatches 3-5 second clips of Barney videos.

The “always watch the traffic light” song (don’t Google it) just turns into “traffic light! Traffic light! traffic light!” for what feels like hours.

TRAFFIC LIGHT!

At least it’s not bad advice. I love him though. What an unreachable goof.”

My next “knock out in a day” book is a Babysitters Club mystery book about a haunted lighthouse. I love simple fun. 4th grade was a fun year. So why not? Anything that’ll help me forget what I just read.

I genuinely hope that the lighthouse is haunted and isn’t like, idk… harboring a homeless person which would account for scary noises. I hate being bait and switched. If the word haunted is in a book’s title, I expect a ghost.

Books. Ghosts. Memes. Mallory Pancakes. Black coffee. Writing. Tending to my inner brain garden.

Dead rotting things have turned to fertilizer. I have more experience and ideas than I did 5 years ago. Unpleasant things are important.

Rachel Hollis thinks I need to wake up at 4am in order to be successful. Which means being her. To hell with it. Happiness is a shallow and narcissistic end goal. Not to mention impossible.

I just want to love a lot and stay amused. I’ll make it.