Okay, so, I didn’t get my mom a mother’s day gift yet. Fuck, I know, I’m horrible. She told me it’s fine because she knows how exhausted I am after work and I was fighting cramps all day today, but I still want to do something for her.
There’s this kiosk at the Grove that sells terrariums. But the girl who runs it looked like she’s Korean and I’m so worried she’s going to have it closed in the morning to go to church.
This is my plan:
Wake up at like fucking 7 or something, get my ass to the Grove, if she’s there, kiss her. If not, rage. And get something not as exciting. Then get myself to 3rd and Vermont or something and get one of my rides to pick my sorry ass up to go to church. If I got the terrarium, show off a bit, if not, just give it to my mom and tell her happy mother’s day. Then wrestle with kids for a good hour and a half, and go to KM service, sleep during sermon, and survive through longass group discussion.
I DON’T THINK I CAN WAKE UP AT FUCKING 7.
SO I’M GOING TO PULL AN ALL-NIGHTER.
I am so fucked tomorrow if the girl isn’t there.
I might possibly cry.
Fuck me and my procrastinating lazy ass.
Google’s Mother’s Day logo is making me feel even worse.
I should probably think of what to make my mom for breakfast in case the terrarium girl isn’t there in the morning so that my mediocre present won’t seem too bad.