The best kind

This is the best kind of night.

I worked a lot today. Painted, mowed the lawn, helped out at the church clothing sale. Mama and I watched The Vow and drank hard lemonade. And now, it is 11:29, and I need to be going to bed because I have to leave for church at 8. But. I am sitting in my room at my desk, the desk light on, and my room is messy. Clothes, and random things- sunglasses, bracelets, my camera, a necklace from last night- lots of things. Sometimes I like to be messy because it reminds me there are more important things in my life than cleaning my room. I'm listening to Be Here Now by Ray Lamontagne. I like this song a lot. I'm PMSing, so my brain feels all at once alert and fuzzy. It's hot, the window is open, plaid pajama pants that we bought at Walgreens four years ago. I smell of sweat.

The best kind of night. When you're up too late and your brain is calm and thoughtful. And your room is warm-bright, and there are piles of things.





An interesting day.
warm-bright.
good.

Good night Lovelies~
P