this heaven is a bad dream

sunday: you sleep too late, feel like hell, rectify the myriad of problems caused by all your friends and yourself getting far too blasted to make decent decisions at a party the night before, zip around the county in short sleeves searching for items undeserved, work, eat the chili again, stress out about money/time, wish to be shoved in a box with pickles, chocolate and bar cheese for the duration of the pms term, watch american splendor, work on ultra-deadlined crochet project like a madperson, sleep.

this week is going to be busy but good. goodgood. old and new faces. fucking MARGOT on tuesday. a return to munching chocolate on the weekend. subpressing human absence. skies in the 60s forever. bbq. !