{ sunday things }

it's been a good, quiet day.

and because i went to bed early last night, instead of staying up stupidly late as i'm wont to do when i don't have to be up early the next morning, there's still a decent amount of day left. see, even nocturnes like myself can get it together sometimes.

i began the day with the australian open men's final (valiantly played, rafa) and a few cups of coffee (with some salted caramel hot cocoa mix stirred in). i touched up my manicure (i lilac you by sally hansen). i wore a moroccan argan oil hair mask during a sinfully long hot shower and you wouldn't believe how fantastic my hair smells (i definitely recommend the organix moroccan argan oil line for soft, shiny hair). i've spent the rest of the day leafing through magazines (the pictured issue, to be exact: january 2013, i'm a full year behind) and sifting through my letterpress collection, finding just the right pieces to scribble on and send to friends. oh, and sniffing my hair. (nope, i'm not girly or strange at all.)

i think it's time to make something to eat --- something involving jasmine rice and lime, cilantro and black beans. it's 3:23pm, it's neither time for lunch nor dinner, but i love moving at my own pace through a day regardless of what i "should" be doing. most of my time is laid out in rigid striations; on any given day if i leave my desk to go to the bathroom, i can hear my bosses and coworkers calling my name, looking for me, asking where i am. i'm painfully short on opportunities to exercise any free will 5 days a week, so weekends have proved my time to do what i want, whenever the hell i want. in fact, i think i'll go to the bathroom right now and revel in the silence the entire time. (yes, you needed to know that, and no, i'm not strange at all.)

i won't sugar-coat things; my days have been long and taxing. at least 2 days a week i've come to the close of an endless shift and realized i haven't had anything to eat or drink. i'm sitting at the center of a moderately dysfunctional, somewhat immature, highly disorganized work situation that currently has no end in sight. my introverted self endures the chaos and withers 10 hours a day, and i need hours to recover. so days like these, tumbling with slowness and easy choices, are precious to me.

i know you've all been wondering whether i do anything besides sit around in a profoundly introspective stupor and lament my inability to provide heirs for my loving parents, so here's a glimpse into my ordinary girl-brain on a day that doesn't feel so heavy.

i'll say it again: it's been a good, quiet day.
me and my super-manageable, fantastic-smelling hair are awfully thankful.