For the second July in a row, I completely missed gratuitous playing of July, July by the Decemberists. Some day, on July 1, our lives won’t be hectic and we’ll also have money and we’ll throw a July, July party. Because we’ve wanted to for years.
Okay! Okay! Okay! Today is July 2! I feel vaguely as if I have been given uppers and downers AT THE SAME TIME. Mind: going a million miles a minute. Motor function: FAIL. I stayed up really, really insanely late last night because I was having so much fun with my friends that I couldn’t tear myself away. Now I’m really tired. Like, my eyelids are all droopy and heavy and every time I yawn, I feel like I’m going to pass out, but I CANNOT. NOT TODAY. MUST DRINK COFFEE. Am. Have the coffee with me now. Now. NOW.
I should shut up now, shouldn’t I?