i want to guard your dreams and visions
the last week has consisted of the following:
moving furniture. mud. crows. red wine. skype. laundry. early mornings and late nights combined. a nauseating bus ride. ttc with delightful fake wind included. the first patio lunch of the season. mint essential oil. laughing until my teeth hurt. nail polish. water that tasted like lipstick. eating in bed. even more red wine. fifteen stories of elevator ride. the cleanest cab in the city. prosciutto. salami. potato chips. salami ON potato chips. carrots and guacamole. talking in the dark. the world's most ridiculous shower. the world's heaviest backpack. delicious mexican food. liz and jeffrey. a slick man named phil and a mercedes benz. the gardiner at almost-rush hour. justin timberlake. ketchup. barb's studio. frank and open discussions. almost too much coffee. popcorn down my shirt. the word fuck. yet MORE red wine. long distance telephone calls. informative and entertaining emails. cupboard reorganisation. peter gabriel. smoked catfish and dirty hair.
i might have to sleep for a day to recover, but it was just. so. good.