Only two days left until my week is less crazy, I can't wait. I have a full plate and am not hungry at all for any of it.
I wonder if my life will rattle when my outside obligations are fulfilled. I've been busier than I have been in a very long time. A part of me enjoys the frenzy, another part of me misses staring at the popcorn ceiling above my sofa. I also miss evening drinks at the Whistle Stop or Hamiltons with the friends I've been neglecting. Andy, Sh'Beck, drinks forthcoming!
After the obligations, I still have much to do. Rewriting some danged poems, getting my novel ready for the critique group, putting things in the mail. The Book Fair is this weekend. I have a pile of books I'm dying to read. I have some new things in my head that are begging to be written. But first I'll require many hours of nothing, of baths, of B making me waffles & tea, of dancing around the apartment with the windows open.
Also, BEST drunk dial ever last night from my ex-boyfriend's best friend, calling, mumbling about missing me & something about brown babies. I could hear the x laughing in the background. Happy I am to inspire late night, whiskey fueled calls. I almost wish I could have kept the x for his friends, almost.