yesterday i ran my left pinky toe as hard as i could into a concrete step.
i get no sympathy from a person whose pinky toes are permanently in this position, i’m told i don’t need it and i kind of agree.
i killed a small black widow spider. on the freakin couch.
i wore a skirt for a dress. not outside the house.
i saw gilian welch & david rawlings.
my soul was stirred. there was banjo but it was low, slow & sincere & i liked it.
it was dangerously hot in the orange peel until we weaseled our way under the giant ceiling fan. dangerously hot.
i’ll fly away!