It wasn’t supposed to be a troublesome drive home after spending an afternoon bingeing Bridgerton (Again? Yes, again!) with my mom, but I somehow managed to make it exciting and pathetic all at once. The plan had been to eat pizza or “bad for you” equivalent during the show, but I ended up just eating some leftover Mexican food that I had saved from an extremely needed confab with some of my besties that exact morning. Not because I didn’t have it in me to eat just for the sake of eating, but because I just couldn’t bring myself to…