Dear Honda Fit: You never fail me. Whether it’s cross country, heading to class or a late night “adventure” until five in the morning, you always get me home. Safe and sound. Dearest Roscoe: Tonight I will snuggle in bed with you one last time before my trip and give you plenty of treats. I will return for you in June, I pinky promise. Dear Snooze Button: Why must you be so large? Every morning when I try to get up on time, you are there, hogging up the surface area on my alarm clock. Please help me out here.
I don’t know if it’s because of the date (dun dun dun) or what, but I am exhausted; both mentally and physically. What’s in store? Soup, clean sheets, and a netflix film.