It's been a garden variety weekend. Beach, work, playtime. It's been monumentally unproductive and strangely comforting. I slept more than I should have and I still feel sleepy.
I have been in a super arty and creative mood of late and I can't wait until winter holidays. I might start writing a novel. It's hard to be creative when you feel guilty every time you go to create when you should be learning about much less exciting things than you would be creating.
Sorry about the shit posts. Soon I will make more effort. Promise.
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tell me something lovely :)