I just came back from the farmer's market. I bought some fruit and cheese and a pound of green beans. I'm eating them for lunch tomorrow with some yellow curry. I arrived last night from San Diego. I spent 5 days over there, visiting friends and hanging out with my mom. Unintentionally, I ended up getting baked every single night and stumbling around the city with old and new friends alike. I went to rad and obscure 24hr coffee shops I'd never been to before, I played scrabble whilst intoxicated (and won) and sang along 'Holland, 1945' at the top of my lungs with Danny, Taylor and Bernie, on our way to the beach. I also played imaginary air hockey with salt shakers and ate green pizza and tofu sammiches with lovely company.
I went out with this boy. I'm hopeful but at the same time I've been disappointed so many times I'm restraining myself from any high expectations. Whatever has to happen will happen.
Art? Oh yes, I have to finish sketches and paintings. Will do this Sunday!