sauve puke

So today I feel like I smoked a pound of hash. Don't know why. Just reaaaal mellow and slow. Abnormal.

My arms feel too tired to lift my cup of water. They are all loose like a goose.
La-la-la, la, la, la, la, feelin' groovy.

So highlights of this weekend:

-Planting an array of purple and crimson pansys in my flower bed.
-Sleeping 9 full hours.
-A swirly wind on a sunny day making the waves on the river choppy and quick.
-2 episodes of the Simpsons back to back.

It's hot today. Actually hot. I've started going to the gym. It's at T's school and therefore cheaper but full of dudes. Always the trade off. However, the girls change room is super clean and empty all the time which is decent. I am going to pump iron.
And iron pumps. Watch it now!

In a contrary fashion to the spirit of working out, I discovered very tasty vegan dessert squares which are made from dates and coconut and dark chocolate chips and oats. Dear lord. SO good.

Rapidly changing topics, I'm sick of seeing rich business men covering up their insanity with suits and fancy haricuts. It all comes out in the elevators man. So many freaks.
-"The jitterer" who jangles his keys and taps his toes
-"the glancer" who suspiciously side-glances everyone in case they are trying to read his thoughts
-"the stabber" who just keeps pressing the floor he wants to go to even though it's lit up
-"the sauve-puke" who feels compelled to chat up every female.
etc.
Might need to work on a few quick drawings of these.