I finished the book None of This is True, and am dragging myself across the finish lines of Tell Me Lies. Both were from a “book club” friendship thread, in which I don’t know 1/4 of the participants. LaRai (who is that friend group’s glue) has been added to the group, even though I know she thinks, “reading is for nerds.”
NOTIT was very good until like, 75% through when it became dumb, and Tell Me Lies has been consistently small brained. To feed my currently simple mind (exhausted from parents in town all weekend) I’ve been bopping between Tell Me Lies and the second Twilight.
When I regain consciousness, I have been LOVING Mating In Captivity. The book.
I joined team Oura ring. I’ve noticed it’s a thing mostly the girlies love and the boys (esp Rob, but not Cory Booker) think is dumb. It’s been mind blowing to see my stress levels from Sunday when I went to the Orlando Premium Outlets with my mom.
It makes me want to be good at going to bed sober. Perhaps Oura rings are for praise kink types, who want to excel at being a human.
So since we last spoke we got back from Vegas, hosted my parents until yesterday, and then Robiana leave for Sedona on Friday.
I keep saying, like, to you, that I will change Substack day to Wednesday, but that means I have to actually write it on a Wednesday. Like, tomorrow Wednesday. I refuse to miss a Tuesday.
Omg speaking of, I hit 50 days of Duolingo! (Upside down !) Muy bien!
Bro I gotta go but pray I post tomorrow, thus beginning Wednesday newsletter day.
If not, you’re going to hear from me next Tuesday, a day after getting back from a trip. I’m no psychic (yet) but I can nearly promise I’ll be braindead that Tuesday too.
Xoxo,
Ariana
