week 004

• meeting with potential client @ 2, I think it went well
• went to my parents' house for laundry, chatted w/ James on gmail chat - we spoke of journalism, kava tea, stream of consciousness writing, Jack Kerouac. "Hey, that's life! It's not all apple cars and deals with the devil."
• going home, joking with John about angel food cake w/ Nutella and bacon, strippers, the usual
• chance meeting with Cone @ Starbucks, resulting in a three hour conversation outside about the universe and energy and Cassadaga and patience and her moving to Portland in two months - I left feeling enchanted, and aware that the world around me was alive
• listening to Camera Obscura by myself, sketching + relaxing and planning my next moves in life
• driving around Miami's ghetto, "I wonder if I can turn here" "I'd rather not turn onto Rape Street, thank you", and "Oh shit, a cop!" "That's security for the strip club."
• Incubus concert w/ Cassandra, jumping and shouting to Megalomaniac, singing along to Anna Molly + Drive, chanting "ENCORE" and pounding on our seats until they came back out - Brandon Boyd making jokes about the word "moist" after he used it to describe Miami's weather, girls screaming when he took off his shirt
• cleaning out my sock drawer, making a pile of stuff to go to Good Will
• walking around the whole foods store by myself, feeling elated, walking out with all kinds of strange things like rice cakes and kefir and falafel
• made peanut butter & honey granola bars from my head
• David texted me that he had a bad day, so I made him homemade pizza to make him happier (great success!)
• realizing that I'd met someone who follows me on Tumblr, being way too enthusiastic about it with her
• chugging strawberry kefir from the bottle with David in our tiny kitchen
• waking David up after he'd fallen asleep in his chair, going to bed together for the first time in two weeks or more
• waking up at 6:50, arriving at work at 7:40, spending my extra time stretching in sunlight in the back of the warehouse
• my handmade journal/sketchbook from Rag and Bone waiting for me when I got home
• driving to the Cape, getting kefir on my way and delivering it to my grandparents
• making my mother try Nutella for the first time, agreeing that it's a life-changing experience
• cleaning up the studio, getting prepared for the zombie invasion on Saturday
• getting a dozen donuts from Dunkin Donuts- "I want a dozen donuts, ALL FOR MYSELF." The pumpkin is AMAZING, the apple cinnamon is a huge disappointment. Boston Cream is mmmmgod, and why are Bavarians always sold out by the time I get there?
• zombie invasion at the studio, taking their portraits
• a lovely nap with David, woke up feeling uncomplicated, something telling me I will move in 2 years and this business will be passed on
• stressing out, writing an email to James, stream of consciousness, Madrugada
• boiling water for tea - throat-soothing tea for David, kava for myself
• Hands Up, I Love You- and nothing stays the same, and nothing ever happens to you that will happen to you again, or is this the way it was? was it this same room, this same fight, this same scene of us dancing on the kitchen floor and wind climbing in through the open window?