sitting with the ac on, in the sunlight with the back door open, scribbling in a journal and eating fruit with my hair tied up in a bun so impossibly strewn up that i won’t ever be able to replicate it, an ice pack on the toe i just stubbed and a loose cotton tank on wearing no pants, and only an underwear (with yes, a pad on, because my period had to nerf july) and sticking post its filled with notes and poems into my journal while heart beat city, cowboys and angels, and save a prayer play on the spotify recommended of a playlist that’s been on all day, novel drafting while wondering what i’m gonna cook for dinner (some sort of pasta with steamed veggies). i go back to classes from 8:30-3:30 in 16 days, but see everyone in 10. quite literally soaking up summer before i end up regretting not lazily enjoying my life before cooking up motivation and productivity for the next ten months.