XO-LP // Laura Palmer


Love Letters to a New Year.


Dear 31,

I've rejoined the living, the upright, the working folks. Finally. 

After four days in bed, I'm so over it. Day one felt like, oh okay, I'll watch the Cyclones beat Kansas from the comfort of my comforter, but on day three, where even opening my laptop felt exhausting (not exaggerating, I mean this), on day three I was ready to be done. The flu is real, you guys. (And maybe, just maybe, Kevin has finally convinced me to get a flu shot.)

 I did manage to shout out to my loyal email list. That's right.

I have an email list.

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I'm alert and ready to be productive. 
Did you order something this week? I promise-- it's en route ASAP.

Stay healthy, peeps.