Reflects

I got a big ass table. It's for sewing, and holding that fantastic mirror my downstairs neighbors sold me. I can stand on the fucking thing. It's solid.

This morning was a rush out of bed at 8:45 AM (!) to clear a path for this thing into my life. This means I've got about 20 square feet of clear space in my whole apartment, and the rest is an explosion of clothes and fabric and patterns and general dustiness.

Today I'm supposed to fix that. So far I've had an extensive AIM discussion, another extensive telephone conversation and started doing my nails black with spring flowers on them in order to put this thing off.

Also though: I ordered breakfast. Sigh. Thank heavens for Sparky's. And I couldn't possibly start cleaning things up without at least a blueberry muffin and some bacon in my tummy right?

But once that's done I'm springing into action like a super-heroine. Watch.

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Caught up on sleep finally. Austin did a number on me and things are back to normal. I ended Thursday night crying like a little old bitch but recovered in style on Friday with a fantastic outfit and the sealing of The Table Deal.

But oh. Thursday. It broke me a little bit. Smudged my gold dust coating.

I have no idea what's next. I'm nervous but more than that I'm excited. We'll see.

Okay okay okay spring flowers, blueberry muffins, bacon and then Spring Cleaning.

Sincerely Sprung,

Angelina