let lemons be angry

So yesterday was the first day in the new building for me, the building which bewilders non-ADMers with its grass roof and separates us from them that way. The painting room was just how a painting room should look. But Degas's ballerinas could have rehearsed in that very room. I forsee a very relaxing day of mixing oil paints and dabbing with new brushes tomorrow. Ambience is (almost) everything to me.

Today my head felt the strain of having said yes to too many things, and made me cancel all my appointments. It felt lovely.

and if i've strayed too fast
and if i've forgotten too easily
the things you thought would last

I will have no debt by the end of september.