I like the gentle rhythm that Jen and I share when we stay in the same place for a few days at a time. The sudden disruption of that rhythm is always pretty bizarre at first.
I got a drive back from Sylvie, who I met at the bus stop. She invited me to a fashion show tomorrow. That should be interesting. I’m going to have to miss my usual writing circles as a result, but I don’t have anything to present anyway. I want to have something to show off next week.
I hung out with Paisley on Sunday evening. We hung around my house and talked for a few hours and then we went out to get some sushi for dinner.
I like hanging out with Paisley a lot—I not only enjoy her company, but her presence facilitates a sense of introspection into my own goals for this year. We talked about our thoughts in the coming months: Although she was a bit ambivalent about her opinion on it for my part, October looks relatively promising—Although I usually tend to get pretty sick around this time of year, I feel as if for the most part October will be relatively kind to me as long as I make the right decisions—Or at least, try to avoid fucking up.
My work week looks pretty straight-forward. This week itself looks pretty good too. I’m seeing Sylvie and Margaux tomorrow, Jen and I made tentative plans to see each other on Thursday and Paisley talked about seeing me this weekend, which sounds pretty great as well.
I should check in with Tanner too. Hrm.