Sad to come home to things I so recently had been sharing - only one toothbrush in the cup, and all that. But onward!

Yesterday I planned to spend the night alone, cleaning and drawing. Instead I had four separate social engagements, back to back to back. Drunk by five, and shot a BB rifle at Brian's house, aiming at a cup down the hallway, laying on the floor sniper style. Drinking tequila from shallow bowls. Back home I finally crashed before I took off my shirt or bra, but after I took off my pants. Awaking with a start in the night: "Oh, welcome back."

Lovely morning - laid in bed and shared stories and Jen and I rounded the corner, almost running into each other, and we were both wearing the same see through nightgown that we have in different colors. Listening to new (to me) music, the dog sleeping on the bed next to me.

I have been catching little glimpses of summertime in Pittsburgh - remembering how Jen and I would sit on our fire escape in the sun, sitting in the computer lab with the window open. The sun has been coming into my window in the mornings which doesn't sound amazing but after being in winter for so long, it is. And I have been waking up before it, easing into the day.

Charmed.


I'm proud of my life but don't ask me why.