good weather

perfect for eating icecream on porches and discussing the pros and cons of crafting arts and chatting with the grrl next door who can be kind of quiet but is always bubbling with words and an air of mystery and sincerity and a longing for something meaner in her eyes.

also perfect weather for getting drunk and starting deep, insightful convos and then forgetting the words but not the colors or smells or spinny images of the div 3 bell on a windy night or the look she gives me when shes trying her best not to look at me.

or maybe its perfect weather to do this paper that's due before tomorrow @ 9:30am. hmm. i feel crazed.

i blame it on daylight savings and that hr im still trying to make up for.