on a day that I don't have to work until the afternoon, I can stay up late and get up early. which is pleasurable in the way discovering nutella in europe is.
my week can best be described a la list:
1. saturday: one too many mojitos and rum in my lemonade at a summer solstice party leads to forgetting my manners, and some names.
2. sunday I run about the city making public relation stops and aiding tourists while falling in love with my delightful young boss, who is a woman, so I mean: adore. I accidentally miss a summer barbecue that I was dreaming of, and inadvertently, forgot all about.
4. tuesday I can lend to the blending of my palette. my color palette. which is half-sunburned from a romp at the beach with my ten-year-old sister, and the audacity to let her spread the sunblock on my back. i will go look at a flat to share with ladies come fall. as seasons govern my calendar.
5. saturday I will move into a stunning place near the harbor. Stunning, for me because it will be my first real home in this city.
6. monday i shall dive back into school and learn history and conflicts and culture and art. and i'll be occupied with that and jobs, and romance. for the summer.
