So, despite the mass amounts of work, I am happy. Maybe it's because I am not sick and have a legitimate amount of vitamin D in my system, or because I spent tonight bathing and finishing 'Seymour an Introduction' and ventured forth into 'The Journals of Sylvia Plath'. I know this will get dangerously depressing, but so far I feel like we have something in common. She also makes me notice more special things like padding out in the cold rain in my bathrobe after a bath. A strange contrast.
I also ate ice cream, a dangerous habit.
Anyways, this is my mothers lovely vintage shirt, raw silk I believe. And this is what I have been listening to all day so lovely.
-B
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