It’s my roommate’s birthday today. We decided to start the celebrations by having a great lunch at home, with a bottle of champagne. I’m now a little drunk and I still have to work later on.
I had bought a book by Miranda July a couple of weeks ago, but I hadn’t started reading it until today after I got drunk. I guess I lacked to courage since she so often overwhelms me.
I guess one has to be ready to be overwhelmed, you know, with an open spirit.
I am now, but I still have to go to work.
No one belongs here more than you.