today i saw the milky way and felt like something momentously transcendental had just happened
maybe it was just a very shitty day that had been uplifted by doing something inspired in the evening (watching 'hedda' at the oxford playhouse)
then i came home to an unwashed breakfast bowl (breakfast always goes unwashed on shitty days) and a pile of junk next to my table
nonetheless
also for the longest time after my birthday i have wanted to blog:
'on my birthday i did nothing but things that i wanted to do
cooked things i wanted to cook
listened to a lecture that i was interested in
studied because i wanted to and felt like it
talked to people i enjoyed talking to
had the best dinner with my more-favourite people in oxford
endless ice cream
felt like i belonged somewhere'
there now i've done it
when i die i want 'it's time' to play at my funeral
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