we become fireflies, just flashing at the air

[wonderfulpuddle]

Home for some days, where my mom buys me pulpy orange juice
(because I might be the only person in the whole world
who likes to be able to chew their orange juice).

So far, I've enjoyed: the drive home with Walid cursing in arabic at traffic,
a mix with the track listing written on an unfolded cigarette pack
(you're so fucking cool like that),
a bottle of (ross) jack(son) daniels and too many camels,
a long-needed late night followed by one of those all-day hangovers
that are more emotionally tiring than anything.
Also, Max and Erica (asleep on my couch as I write) are meeting the east coast.
Honest to god, they are so easy to love.

Tonight I felt this great cheerful energy, like when you have the flu for a while
but then when you start to feel yourself getting better, and your stomach can hold
solid food again, you realize that there was all this energy being stored up while
you were laying sick in bed with a fever thats finally going away.

My friends flood into my livingroom and the house gets loud with chatter
and in the middle of all of it, I feel good. Like, really good.