Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Yakety Yak, Don't Talk Back

OMGYOUGUYS. I am having a lot of trouble letting go of this book edit. It's so good and so involved that my comb is getting finer and finer as I continue to cycle through it and I can't stop teasing every little tangle, no matter how inconsequential. Someone take it away before it goes bald!

Oh man, I totally forgot it was Trash Tuesday and in our flat that means Hi Neighbour Night because we have the basement entrance and the building's bins are located right in front of our door. See those steps there? Under them is where our upstairs neighbours' trash cuddles with ours:

It's every little girl's dream to gaze out at the feet of the world.

So just now the upstairs neighbour came into our stairwell to get his bags and because I'm sitting right here, facing the window, we had to do the awkward-eye-contact dance in which we both saw each other but pretended not to, then realised it was too late so we turned back, but our timing was off so we each ended up half-waving at the air while leaving the vicinity as quickly as possible. He ran back up the stairs at a gallop - no easy feat with three bags - and I pretended I had to go into the kitchen to check on something I wasn't cooking. 


It's time to close the shutters - shoulda done that hours ago - and make dinner! Tonight my biggest goal is to bounce into bed with le netflee by 10 p.m. Want to find a program with baby animals so I can self-soothe before falling asleep. I dreamt I was petting a baby kitten for hours last night - is that the effect of hanging out with Chris and Katie?? - and it was the niiiiiicest. 

Big hugs and lots of love,

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