the art of procrastination
I basically just look at one bedroom apartments in San Francisco and then get my panties all in a bunch over “newly remodeled kitchens” with shitty faux granite counter tops and ugly ikea cupboards. Stop remodeling them kitchens! I want a kitchen with this oven.
Then I look for cabins along the Oregon coast and get all lost in my dreams for a future where I make honey and moonshine in my basement and own perpetual kittens. (those are kittens who never become cats) Then I eat lunch.