This is my designated "SewBaby time" and I'm blowing it for you love.
The idea was: do some spring cleaning, go to Pardiso and work on my SewBaby illustrations. I did some spring cleaning [however, I have still not dealt with the pound and a half of nut mix which spilled behind my desk, next to the radiator]. Additionally, I washed my sheets. Then, while I was feeling reborn and putting things neatly into my bag, Charles came up to chat. He confided a secret in me. I guessed what it was before he said it, which suggests an intimacy that should not exists between us. But, after exploiting him so horribly in my CW story, I feel responsible for respecting the actual relationship we have, aside from my romantic interpretation of his character. This is coming out far more convoluted than I am intending it to be. Ouch.
In other news, I am feeling sorry for myself. That I don't have a normal family and my old house to return to for spring break. That I can't see my dog and make my mom take me shopping or bake cookies with high school friends and catch up with people I used to discuss eternity with. I am extremely blessed in so many ways, and thank god am free of the anxiety I anticipated would take over this week away from obligations. However, the piano is tinkling and I wish so many wishes.
I work tonight. Radio is good. Everyone is sexier and more clever and classy than I am, but it's ok, and Renzo comes to eat lunch between shifts with me. I love him more every hour and he is such a smart, smart boy. Sara should come tonight around 9 and when I get off we will get shitty on dark, expensive beer. Maybe I'll have a glass of Cava.
Yes.