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Les grande sigh.
I am a giant bag of getting nothing done this weekend. It took all my energy to host a party on Friday and now the rest of the weekend to figure out what to do next. I seem to be lost in a stupid school girlesque crush cycle that is vicious as can be. But I am savouring every moment of it and lounging around town. Somebody at coffee today said that I looked like a cat that ate the canary. Bloody delicious canary at that. Nothing good or productive can come of this. Nothing. Perfect!!

Best intentions went right out the window. Damn. What did not get done (in no particular order as I am feeling quite lazy at the moment):

Nah. never mind. What I did do was a huge amount of drinking wine and petting the kitty. really. cat. Nimbus got a ton of loving, lounging with me and this weekend and she is looking pretty pleased with herself.

Me I am supposed to be prepping for my new career start tomorrow.. and what am I doing? Sitting around in my yoga pants, with my hair in braids and letting my mind wander to it's secret place and smiling.

Damn.