It’s springtime. There’s going to be pictures of flowers, I’m afraid.
As ever, I am running out of time.
1545 – word counts count!
Okay. So that was challenging, but not impossible. Tomorrow we work at the store. I am going to try and wake up early enough to be cute. I am starting the caring about what I eat. I am not going to roll my eyes. I have been amusing myself with revolutionaries and bohemians with open dressing room doors and high society rakes and regular wine-swilling criminal riffraff.
I am enduring this. I am practicing my GRE vocabulary, obsessing over Kyla La Grange’s Hummingbird song, sipping and drinking and debating the euphony or diseuphony (is that a word?…no, the red squiggles tell me it is not…the dissonance of words.