in thirty minutes, i'll start my vacation, ten days off, motherfuckers. i win.

the basement of work is crazy hot, so i drink cold water and type case notes 'til my fingers get sore.

i feel disconnected and crushed out and sort of psyched in a sad sort of way.

regardless, i'm going to go see a sweet band play tonight, if i can get out of here on time.

and i'm going to make a rhubarb pie tomorrow.

and i'm going to make a real mix Tape.

and i'm going to learn to be more awesome in slow, slow ways.

also, finish reading all the books i have started. I'm fucking ridiculous. (who reads a russian novel, a book about the minds of ravens, a tom robbins book about the stock market, a strange science fiction novel called by american gods, a thomas hardy book that's an old, old romance that i don't really understand the attraction to....all at the same time?)

new tattoos make my skin happy.

you can't catch me. i win every race.

when its sunny people comment on the weather all the time. sun equals beautiful, it seems. tom the cook stands in the parking lot next door that is full of signs telling us not to park there and he smokes a cigarette and squints when he waves at people and says "it's so beautiful"....

thursday means the weekend happens in just a couple hours.

I'm obsessed with new music that i play on repeat, loud, bass coming through the floor boards. the lyrics fucking kill me in the best of ways. i'm in love with how i feel when i listen to him sing.

lately, i'm missing something critical but i can't place what it is...this cd, burritos from that new taqueria we found and this don delillo book loaned to me by a pretty boy are helping out though.
it needs to be sunny this weekend. i wanna sit in the yard and sip sun tea.

who wants to buy me a lawn mower?