Right now our house looks like the aftermath of a careless, who-are-all-these-people?-night, or string of nights, with nearly fifty cups covering every surface, and the surrounding floor, chairs placed erratically, and the lampshade lying nowhere near the coffeetable.

but there have been no parties, in fact, no more than three to four people (counting a family visit) have been here at one time.

 

I’m going to make cupcakes for my beautiful, beautiful, amazing sister’s birthday tomorrow. I’ve recruited Eric’s help. We got ingredients at 3am, so I forgot some important ones, like the vegetable oil. Can I use olive oil instead? Clearly, I never bake…thank god for Minnie bringing me a cupcake pan when she gets off work.

During amanda’s last visit we searched everywhere for a bookshelf I’d needed for awhile. I wanted one to match the one I already have and was very picky until I grew tired and impatient and I ended up buying one that you have to put together yourself. Of course, I still have not put it together, and I just have piles of books on the floor.

shit.

I’ve been sleeping through my alarm clock every day. ryan gave me a wake up call, in an effort to help, which I also slept through. I am now drinking coffee at two thirty in the afternoon. apparently all this summer lounging is too exhausting for me.