Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful to whomever invented Asian fusion. It’s not the fried chicken and potato salad that I grew up on, but I think it’s my favorite cuisine now. I’m grateful for those cold compress ice packs because I am always swollen or injured. I’m grateful I was able to accomplish a lot today even though I am feeling kinda puny.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for traffic. For a brief moment today, I forgot about 2020, and felt like I had returned to my old life. I’m grateful for sake. And I’m grateful for Asian take out.