little shattered bubbles
An entire day of visiting and tea, pranks and ridiculousness. Indulgent, but so good. Plus we justified the vancouver lawn fetish, if only for one apartment building on one day. This means I have to do the concentrated work thing tomorrow, but it's so worth it.
I'm becoming less ticklish. Random, but remarkable to me nonetheless. Beet fries, yohgurt and sugar. Yes. I'm rather tired and happy in the sortof shattery too much to hold way, so my thoughts are breaking down into little bits. Have a piece, have a reflection of you, a piece of me, a random plant or food or thought. They're sparkly and they won't be there in the morning, but they're happy and you'll remember them for a while.