i fully realize, my dear reader(s), that i ought to be recounting my adventures in england here, but the truth is, i still just feel like bitching about how jetlagged i am. it didn’t help that last night was the opening of ‘goodnight children, everywhere’ at a.c.t., thus i was compelled to get dressed up, go to the show, & make an appearance at the opening night party afterward. very glamorous: lots of people wearing black, drinking red wine & eating chocolate covered strawberries. the dj was actually playing fabulous 80’s dance hits, but i couldn’t get anyone to dance with me. i guess cast parties are really only fun when you’re in college. so now i’m here in the office, & it’s deadly quiet, since i guess i’m the only one who dragged my sorry ass out of bed in time to arrive before ten. did i mention that i’m grouchy & jetlagged?

incongruously, five things that i love:

-watery sunlight falling through storm clouds
-the feeling of grass on my bare feet
-a purring cat
-getting up for breakfast, then crawling back into bed with a book
-ancient stone ruins