Lessons From the Kissing Booth

There is one thing that I want very badly right now, and as is usually the case it is taking up my whole brain--I am frequently a whole lot like a golden retriever or a three year old. I sometimes think that this is why I tend toward impatience, because the rest of my brain is knocking the focusing part around with its elbows, suggesting that we try and feel more than one thing at a time, but that one section is busy staring hard at a fixed point. Lions get distracted by the four points of a chair because they can't focus on more than one thing at once, and I am very often the same.

All of this nervous energy keeps me more awake than caffeine, but the crash is always so much worse.