Inventories

Items purchased today:

bread
lemons
limes
book on the tarot
handsoap
White unders with heart stitched on the front
Bourbon ginger shrug (subpar)
the prettiest dress

Current mood: savage

Crossed by: the Ace of Wands

Lipstick: savage

Color: fuchsia (red + pain)

Planet:  Felucia (in retrograde)

Brief Description of the day: As I crossed the railroad tracks onto the downtown mall, I saw lots of girls in nice dresses. I was not one of them, in my sunglasses and ill-fitting shoes. I felt like a spy, into my own past, and the presence of other people. The man who asks me for change and calls me sweetie, the term of affection used by both my father and the significantly-younger-than-me hipster who runs the convenience store by my work.The pretty couple across the street.  I thought about a lot of the other times I had been there. It was hot but not sticky, which is unusual in Virginia. My shoulders burnt a little.

At current: I do feel tired and forgettable. It smells like cookout outside. A run would serve me well, or a better bourbon, but I'll probably take the run.* Do you ever have these moments like you need to explain something inarticulate? That was today, I guess. Not that it was even a bad day. I just feel the tightness of something else.

*Edit: the run was good, and it wasn't cookout, it was fireworks.