The most comfortable/relaxed I've felt all week has been spent sprawled out on a very cozy, foamy mattress. Listening to the birds every now and then sing to each other, the faint hum of a lawnmower in the distance. I yearn for the equality of darkness and quiet, because I can still see the light from my window and I can still hear the calm part of the world outside. I'm in an unworldly mood today. I drove down to Newburyport for what felt like the first time in weeks (crazy, I know) and I caught myself smiling a lot on the way home. I even took the long way, just so I could take an evanescent drive, past the big hills on Lion's Mouth, and stare at the sun. We bought a new fridge. It's black and the freezer is on the bottom, but now I can be even lazier whilst standing eye-level as I find absolutely nothing to eat. Joy. I'm now on my third snack pack of the day. Bigger joy. Prom is Saturday. I need to brush up on my Thriller moves.