for the past two nights i have been dreaming of botched easter cakes (think cake wrecks). i have been alternately disappointed that the cakes were wrecked, then happy because i could take pictures of them, then disappointed when i woke up and realized that the wrecks, the pictures, and the cakes in general, didn't exist.
last night on my way to pick eric up from work, i wrote two country songs. while i was waiting for him, i sketched out a few characters for a book.
this morning i have already pondered, deeply, and for like, 2 hours, separation of church and state. i'm even thinking about writing an essay.
i'm staring at a giant vase full of mostly dead flowers and i am kind of fascinated by the new color palette.
my back hurts, my nose is stuffy, and i ate pretzel rods and diet coke for breakfast.
this is me, at 100%.