I'm, like . . . kinda motivated? I guess? . . . At some point I will hit choir practice and sing for two hours (while sweating about the face and hands, because French is still hard for me) and then pick up some vegetables to roast on my way home, where I might then ostensibly do light housework with minor attitude. But first: a shirt would be good. WINNING.
The person below me saw good friends yesterday.