Maybe it's not the worst thing

So I miraculously found the vivacity to put the record player stand together last night, and it's the wrong size. lol. So I started a return and bought another one this morning over coffee, and, as it happens, I prefer it over the other one. All's well that ends well I suppose.

Journal thoughts:


Are some people just meant to be alone? Am I one of those people?

Maybe it's not the worst thing.