For me it’s usually my glasses (such a cliche). And the simmering fury that builds as I try in vain to locate them… I take it very personally these days when things hide from me. It feels… deliberate.
Me and my bloody earpods every half day.
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For me it’s usually my glasses (such a cliche). And the simmering fury that builds as I try in vain to locate them… I take it very personally these days when things hide from me. It feels… deliberate.
Me and my bloody earpods every half day.