my stitches come out on monday. my arm still looks incredibly gnarly.
i got to create and redirect webpages for two straight hours today. fun, but my eyes hurt.
i get to write an awesome paper this weekend about victorian models of ideal women/wives in jane eyre and david copperfield, whilst intermittently selling tickets to a film festival for six hours straight.
i get to drink gin&tonics and take care of drunkards on saturday.
i get to see conor oberst and jenny lewis on sunday.
i get to try to decide if i’m a good or bad person every day.
i get to worry about what i’m going to do with my life forever.
ray lamontagne – meg white.mp3 = most precious song ever.