Peter's out of town, and I haven't been sleeping terribly peacefully. I woke up at 5:30 this morning and laid there for a while panicking about my life, particularly about my relationship with time, characterized by cuckoo denial and terrified avoidance. So I was making myself crazy by acknowledging the craziness of my behavior. O and I fell asleep last night visualizing over and over how I would try to jump out the window if the Big One hit, worrying about if I would have time to grab my glasses, my cellphone, and if the cats would understand if I screamed at them to go outside in case the house collapsed, also thinking about all my clothes buried under rubble forever. And would I have to worry about electrical wires collapsing and snaking about like lightning whips leaving gashes in the cement. And if I would be cold in my nightgown.
I have the Beast again tonight and am dreading it--it's been an awful work week.
Anyway, I am flabbergasted by the beauty of this:
Marc Jacobs Spring. Sigh. Like a pencil drawing.
Reminiscent of Rodarte's magicalnessossity:
Dreamy. Anyway, I haven't eaten yet and might set about toasting some bread and buttering it.
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