Sipping my adult beverage this late morning (alcohol-free, of course) I suddenly thought: "What if everything I know is wrong?" 

Fun experiment, eh? Princess, on board! We're sailing!

Oh, this weather! I'm in heaven. I remember being a kid on a summer break home alone: windows wide open, music blasting, summer dresses instead of school uniform, freedom filling all of me. To this day it's the same: spring sunshine bringing a very specific feeling of "everything's possible"; the dance vibes alone make my heart sing. This is home. This is hundred percent me.

Человеку должна остопиздить драма его жизни. Это обязательное условие для его второго рождения.
- Денис Царюк

Kids' spring break has really highlighted how sleep deprived I have been. But why, why didn't it push me into a wildly creative, insane space of delusional making? Is it the responsibility? the killer of everything womanly...

I appreciate everyone dropping by this morning AFTER I put pajamas on. I can't believe I used to be like that: "I made cake, come over for tea!" because now I'm like this: "I might have 3 cakes in here and no one can come over for the next 10 years."