As of 8pm last night...
Making: time for myself after a long stretch of being way too busy.
Cooking: Italian herbed chicken in my crockpot for a week of lunches.
Drinking: leftover sangria from Eva's bridal shower yesterday.
Reading: everything I can find on the internet about #Brexit.
Wanting: my art from Scandinavia and Paris framed for my gallery wall.
Looking: forward to a doubleheader wedding weekend at the end of July.
Playing: around on Tinder way too much.
Listening: to Verité's "Underdressed" on repeat.
Wishing: to be better at making decisions.
Enjoying: yoga at Lake Harriet...I'm addicted.
Waiting: impatiently.
Liking: the peace and quiet of a clean, cool, empty apartment.
Wondering: if I can get away with wearing white pants to work tomorrow.
Hoping: that I'm right about everything I think I'm right about these days.
Marveling: at the spectacle of Pride, and all the joy and love and celebration that is still raging outside in Loring Park.
Needing: sleep. Always.
Smelling: the aforementioned chicken cooking. Domestic goddess status.
Wearing: new floral leggings and a yoga tank from Old Navy because I am now a #basicyogabitch.
Following: up with my interns, constantly, all summer long.
Noticing: how freckled my nose is eek.
Knowing: that I need to not hit snooze tomorrow, and therefore need to get to bed early.
Thinking: about Norway...a daily occurrence since we got back.
Bookmarking: gowns on Rent the Runway for the various fancyyy events I have coming up.
Giggling: at the "Classical Fuck" Instagram account, which I find hilarious.
Feeling: weirdly at peace yet anxious.