last night i dreamt that one boy sent an emissary (no idea who she was, except that she was a she) to break up with me- maybe at the St Pat's party...and then another boy came back from his trip with flowers. for me. on a sunny weekend afternoon.
and then i woke up reassuring someone (this one might have just been me) that it's ok I left the New York Times Magazine in the park on sunday, because a new one would be on the doorstep tomorrow. but then it was only Tuesday.
Pretty intense when just Monday makes you ready for the weekend, isn't it?
it's a big weekend so it makes sense there's some expectation, or anticipation, or fear, or something in all of the factors coming up. the garden, the ex, the new ones.
so. crawling into bed now. maybe tonight I'll just dream about india.
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