There are certain things, like what I’m about to say, that Maman says I should never — particularly in so open and public an outlet — share.

But I say, to hell with that. I’m an over-sharer by nature because I firmly believe everyone does and thinks similar things to me at some point, it’s just that no one is talking about it.

Today marks the third consecutive day I’ve worn the same clothes. Same. Exact. Clothes. Third day, People. Might be a record. I just can’t be bothered right now.

I really didn’t mean to. It’s just Thursday happened and I was still half asleep and I always lay my clothes out in the bathroom the night before, but in my hazy state, I didn’t realize it was the same thing I wore Wednesday.

Then today, well, I’ve barely moved from bed, so why bother with getting dressed for real?? Precisely, no point.

I know I can’t be alone in this, right?