today is sundayl.

my head hurts. maybe i have sun stroke.

the tops of my feet are burned.

i am sun soaked and still smell like the outdoors.

i'm laying in bed with my laptop, not even close to wanting to get up.

yesterday was all about the fucking greatest people and the no cloud in the sky and the heat and the meat and the croquet and damn that boy is cute and the death polo and the watching the boys play football and the mingling and the grass and the smell of bbq and the little ones and the big ones and this weird intense joy i get out of bringing people together. if only i could get paid to do this shit.

and last night was all about the excess again and the dancing til 4:30 and now it's sunday and i should probably get up and go meander. and eat. and drink coffee.

i seem to have a bruise on my palm.

i still have a crush on an old crush, but it's a nice thing.

i'mgoing to go stand under the hot water for at least an hour.

xo

also, forsome reason i thought eating bubbles was a good idea.

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