Let's call today: 'Wednesday, 6 October 2004'
pirategirl
wrote in the notebook:
well here i am, on an unseasonally early hot day, sitting rather relaxed by the open window beside my desk, snacking away at a cold, crunchy bowl of yummy cocopops.
lastnite i came home after a stupidly long day at the herbfarm, had some tea, checked my email for a message saying 'we love you, come work for us and not at that stupid farm where your talent is wasted' but it wasnt there, then i collapsed onto my bed.
after convincing myself that i can get up, i staggered into the bathroom and lit my big vanilla candle. then i put a lil bit of water in the bath, hopped in, scrubbed until every last trace of that fucking farm was off me, let the dirty farmy water out and ran a loooooooong hot bath with lots of vanilla bubbles.
so im all clean and relaxed and smelling purty. makes a change.
it's really nice outside. its all quiet and theres a breeze coming through the window and all i can hear is the breeze through the trees, the birds singing their little hearts out, and the big windchime in the backyard adding the backup music. just a second ago i heard the kids nextdoor playing with a garden hose and making it 'rain'.
i'm not at work. and i'm damn well making the most of it. it's such a nice day, i almost want to go out and play in it. in fact, i think i will.
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