Things are really good.

[almostmia]

Yesterday I sat on my front steps and stretched my muscles, sore from the ladies alley cat the night before, read Stone Butch Blues in the sun, went to a record store with my dad, had dinner with my parents and Sean, bought bus tickets for Chicago, and watched most of a Bukowski documentary. This morning I woke up well.

There is a mousey living in our house but he's absolutely adorable and better than cockroaches and centipeeeeedes, so we might just let him winter.