There is no spoon.

So I'm up at a ridiculous hour. I really don't even know what time it is. But I know I shouldn't be up.

But I've become obsessed with finding a bag I already have. I love this bag...

And I have this bag, in green, but it's all beat up now. I've done patches and duct tape and it's still falling apart.

The only problem is... I can't find it anywhere. No one is selling it anymore.

It's called Guapa Violeta. Isn't that the coolest name?

I was going to try and make it myself but I'm pretty sure it will result in tears.

In other news, I had a Matrix-like deja vu today. I saw the same cat cross the same street twice in what seemed like less than a minute. *creepy music goes here*