I’m so fucking scared of walking down our back deck/stairs, plus I refuse to trust Chicago weather. I’ve fallen down those steps so many times, with one notable experience resulting in a head lac and 5 surgical staples.
Ugh

So I’m not one for holidays generally speaking (forced societal enjoyment ahhh) but today was nice. I made my gf a stupid little card, they made me dinner, THEY CREATED A POWERPOINT ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY LOVE ME, we took a bath with a bathbomb, we kissed a bunch, and we watched Nightmare on Elm Street. Ahhhh