up until last night, i have been completely and totally booked, stressed, and exhausted.
but i guess at the concert last night, things changed. maybe it's just that i'm still hooked on the afterglow of live music and the mass of dancing bodies i was a part of last night combined with the sea spray from the boardwalk, supposed-to-be-but-not-actually alcoholic drinks, and walking barefoot in the sand with a group of people here who actually like me.
i'm just mellow today, which feels like home. i'm so busy here all the time that breaks like this are welcome.
it shouldn't be a break, actually. i have yet to start on my extended essay, and my iwb sits lonely in the bottom drawer of the dressers pratt provides.
but i guess i don't care right now. i'm at sleepaway camp for artists in the greatest city in the world, and all i want to do today is put on some margot, head out to the main lawn, and paint.
b, i'm mailing your letter tomorrow, when the post office opens up. i really hope you like your birthday present! i want to hear more about the wedding...call/text when you get a chance!
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