hurrah for the three-day weekend. exceedingly enjoyable, patently pampering. too many tails to twist for tonight, but nothing a couple photos couldn't bear to explain. sweet dreams for now.



p.s. all weekend i wanted to tell you, j.c.r., how much i miss your blueberry pancakes and fancy italian espresso. the smell of sun on the porch and the pell-mell screenings of kill bill. hoping you're doing splendidly at umich, with all your pretty sounds and pictures. [don't forget the viola + bass duo you promised.]

hyperballad.