I make mistakes all the time. They're great! They help me learn. Some of the happiest moments I had in my life happened because some sort of mistake.
Here's your scotch, eskimonk - it's definitely been a while!
It's 11 PM and I find myself in the Midnight once again. Too long between visits. I made the mistake of thinking this was the void when really the void was out there all along. I'll have a glass of scotch, neat. I think I'll write here some more before the ashwagandha does what it's purported to do.
You ever made a mistake and realised it too late, but you're beating yourself up about it before anyone has even called you out on it? I wonder why we do that? It makes me feel like I'm a kid trying to hide the broken plate before my mother finds out that I dropped it. Maybe I leave some fragments over by the cat's litter box to make it look like he did it. I never owned a cat growing up. My mother hated them and now that she's getting older she pulled a 180 and is one of those crazy cat ladies that posts her cats on social media.
11:05. The ashwagandha beckons. Or maybe I'm just tired. Is it okay to mix scotch with ashwagandha? Eh, whatever I'm sure it'll be fine. The mistake, too. I think it's okay to make mistakes sometimes. It's kinda like buying ashwagandha gummies from the chemist because the label says it helps you sleep. Everyone makes mistakes ...