Even if I may or may not have sprained my wrist slipping on the freshly mopped floor at Gandolfo's.
Why was yesterday perfect?
My week has been thus:
So yesterday I woke up. I had nothing to do. I went to the temple.
Now, don't get me wrong because I love my friends I really do. But for some reason, I just needed those 2 and a half hours of peace by myself.
Just me and the notebook and writing furiously til my wrist cramps up. (pre-sprain)
I came home. I had nothing better to do so I went to a boutique.
[Make art, not war]
Joe texted me. I love Joe, Rob, Danny, Tylan, and Kirk and was so excited. I haven't been with my boys in a while. We drove around,loudly singing and writing "I Love you" with chalk in gas stations.
They dropped me off at home so I could go to work. When I came home, the first thing I saw was my dad on the porch dumbfounded.
Someone had written with chalk, "We Love Aubrey!"
Then there was a note that said,
I hate your stinkin guts. You're the scum between my toes. You make me vomit.
You can imagine my dad's confusion.
After work, I went to Rachel's house.
There were so many whom I love so much.
I just love days like that.