i am less exhausted than i was yesterday. the day is already shaping up to be less exhausting than yesterday.
it is warm and sunny outside, and that is where i want to be, outside in the warm sunny, and going for walks and holding hands.
the boyfriend and i did not leave the house after i arrived home from work at four thirty. we would go outside and brave the cold for an occasional cigarette, and i could never get my toes to warm up, and the cold was the sort that seeps directly through your muscles, and goes right to the bone, and hovers there, making you cold to the core. and the boyfriend painted, and i spoke on the phone to old roommates, and girlfriends of different old roommates, and read roald dahl's "tales of the unexpected" and i was in heaven.
and today the boyfriend is going to purchase the tools with which to make frames for his amazing paintings. and perhaps we'll stock up on the plasticware to place over our drafty old apartment windows.
us two, we're the most exciting ever.