smoke signals

Today is my 25th birthday. Yesterday I got cupcakes and a raise. This morning I woke up to the cat nooked behind my knees, had coffee and an AMAZING sausage and maple waffle gutbomb here. I am not going to work at all today. I almost said yes to helping G. rip up hardwood floors, but that honestly sounds like hell, and there will be manual labor leftover for me tomorrow. Today is about air. I am going to dress up in a kooky birthday outfit, re-pot all of the poor succulents that aren't getting enough light in the lair of my apartment, dust off the shelves, listen to Fleetwood Mac's "Sara" on repeat, maybe take a walk to SCRAP and buy some of the beautiful Nepalese paper they have piled up in the front, or ride the Max to Forest Park. I have $2 in my wallet, and a pile of birthday checks that need to be cashed, so this is going to be a full-on gypsy birthday.

Peace.