One of those days.

Robin: Have you ever had one of those days where nothing at all that monumental happens but by the end of it you have no idea who you are anymore or what the hell you’re doing with your life? Do you ever have one of those days?

Ted: Uh, about once a week.

HIMYM made me so mad with its finale, and yet this rewatch is speaking to my 20-something soul.



My AC is out and I have to work the overnight shift tonight. But so far today, I’ve also:

  • slept until 1 p.m. and was only awoken by a telemarketer’s call (let me reiterate that I am working the overnight shift tonight, lest you think I’m a bum)
  • watched part of my favorite soap opera
  • ate chicken wings
  • am now watching Firefly while knitting a lace shawl

I’m going to update my 401(k) and go water a friend’s plants and whatnot. But maybe this #adulting thing isn’t so bad.



It’s hard sometimes, isn’t it? It’s hard for all of us…Life doesn’t care about justice. The world kicks your ass sometimes. But you work through it. You ask for help. You try again. And sometimes, you have to fight back. Sometimes, you have to fight your way in.

From the penultimate episode of the first season of “The Royals.”



But eventually, I admitted to myself that I didn’t really want the White House beat. I wanted to write about people.

In the middle of reading The Real Thing: Lessons on Love and Life from a Wedding Reporter’s Notebook (which is fantastic and I highly recommend). The above sentiment pretty much nails everything that’s been on my mind for months.



I’ve been binging on the Lizzie Bennet Diaries (so behind on the times, I know), and it made me realize that I probably base many of my life decisions on works of fiction that I enjoyed/hope to emulate. This is likely not a good thing, but it is true nonetheless.


I just can’t.