All I can say is, the past couple weeks have been crazy/great. But they've left me flirting with an absolute stress/exhaustion overload, I can barely talk straight. Buttttt I don't wanna slow down. Damn.
Only 19 days left of Worcesteria. The ever-chiming church bells (currently, "Amazing Grace") against sirens: police, fire, ambulance. Main South, dead grass, hard water, and baklava whenever you want it.
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm going to miss it like hell.