This morning. So productive. Breezed through my work and caught up with goings-on in the world. Then suddenly something shifts in my chest. Maybe I shouldn't allow myself to listen to this song over and over again. That might have something to do with it. Now here I sit, intently sitting.
I'm wearing my new yellow dress with black polka dots, and I feel a little bit like a superhero and a little bit like a 50s housewife, which you'd think would be a paradox but somehow it isn't.
Stacen and I spoke about sand cats this morning after she sent me some pictures, and I just think they're so cool. I wish they were native to this country so that you could have one living in your flower bed, and every now and then it would just poke its head out--pop!--like a meerkat but EVEN BETTER. That, and you'd have no pests! Maybe it'd even scare away the local cats that probably give yowling concertos in the alleyways of your building. I dunno 'bout that last part, though. They don't seem to be all that ferocious.
I've decided I'm gonna learn to play all of "White Blood Cells" on guitar, song by song.
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