frothy coffee and a decadent chocolate mud cake that's way too decadent, and the strange floaty post-moovie feeling... i sit happily with em and make projects and get extremely excited about soon to be prospects of crafty sessions and night-roamings in the city, pasting things here and there, as well as late front-porch nights of wine and possibly broccoli pasta with real parmisan, not the rubbery one from supa valu, and doing some serious hanging out with jim and the T also there, and poetry nights, and dancing and planning this spain business...!
oh yeah. life's good. (echo of nauseating remnants of undigested DCMC still floating about stubbornly- excluded)