Did mostly nothing today, but I DID take a stroll to the grocery store to pick up some cleaning spray and I DID clean the bathroom top to bottom and I MAY still clean my room before Sunday's all over with. And I've still got to hit the gym to work out this stiff right hamstring.
Burnt the hell out of my bottom lip on a microwavable stuffed sandwich. Kiss it better?
And I have some clips from an Elvis tribute show we saw last night. Just have to upload them.
In other news, I'm feeling kinda... impatient, I guess. About love/the future. Can't wait to get this show on the road; I'm ready to be accompliced and accomplished. Cue that part in Me and You and Everyone We Know when Miranda July's character is sprawled on her bed, pleading to her cell phone, "We have a whole life to live together, but it can't start until you call." Or cue the chorus in that McCarthy Trenching song that I really liked. "I believe she was my one chance to marry young/To have some dobro daughters/And a mandolin-picking son/And finally realize my plan/To raise a real fine bluegrass band." You can substitute "rad family" or even "pretty sweet garden, for now" where it says "bluegrass band," though I sure wouldn't say no to such a thing.
I am anxious to embark, to build, to commence, to plan, to make, to do. With someone. With a specific someone, even. It's just a waiting game now. Time vs. distance. I mean, I hope that's all that's left. I've got to check in sometimes to make sure I'm not being delusional. Saying hey to the elephant in the room, the horse in the corner, the expectation that this is going somewhere bigger, whether or not we're talking about it. I'm eager to be at the beginning of the next chapter.
