these past few weeks have been crazy and hectic and restless and hazy.
my life has lately held little importance or purpose other than to swim through the many routines which have been laid out for me.
and my lungs are running dry.
spent a rainy afternoon with kate and cara, watching countless children dressed as animals-and other coloroful characters-prance around a stage to happy tunes played by an orchestra conducted by a Cat in the Hat.
waited casually outside the bathroom and took intermission shots in the town hall:
we gave in to stereotypical pictures with a hint of photoshop and beautiful girls.
the show concluded, it was a jolly time.
we made our way home
with lots of mister MolHev
rainrainrainrainrainrainrain
and car riding.
so by the time kate and i are dropped off, we figure it's about the right time for a rave.
and so we rave around the basement. and watch the phantom of the opera. three times. and eat oatmeal cookies. and tostitos. and get fat. and don't do work.
and i took this picture today and i think i reallysortakindamaybe like it.
sweet. things suck. all the better.