Feeling: essentially tired, but with relief and comfort worn between muscles. My bed still has christmas lights burning around it, although it misses company, and I've got my graduation party tomorrow. I look foward to it - good people gathered for a good cause. When watching two of my friends graduate with highest honors at the ceremony yesterday, I just felt really fortunate to have such a talented, great group of friends. I'm starting to realize how much I'm going to miss them.
This entry would be easier if I could keep my eyes open.
Tasting: minty fresh breath and the current unfortunate solidarity of my lips. How poetically tragic.
Smelling: Ivory soap and scented candles. Somewhere more distant, perfume.
Touching: These keys.
Being: content and longing. It's my voluntary stance. Any day.
Wearing: white pajama pants, pink slippers, and a tank top that I bought at K-Mart for 3 dollars advertising chicken wings. As always, the apex of fashion.
Regreting: Nothing. Maybe I could be home sooner for Mother's Day tomorrow.
Wishing: A knock on the window would be nice.
Sensing: it's a centerfuge of emotions around here lately, but all of them wonderfully eclipsing familiarity.
Sensation takes a lot of contexts, but always makes me greatful for it. You all too, I hope.
Hoping: even in dreams.
blanket-bound,
Jared