with fingertips stained green from decoupage

it is still 80 degrees at 10pm. a very good live version of 'jane says' is playing- how can one go astray with marimbas? (marimbae?) and i feel a lazy giddiness about the whole fucking world, even as i feel residually pathetic for leaving work early due to some of the most horrifying body cramps i have ever experienced- i returned home and took a fitful nap, under the covers despite the 90 degree afternoon. is it ms, which can apparently be painful? the ibd? i would be more inclined to blame the latter. motherfucking autoimmunity. i feel fine now, just guilty.
the glow stems from meeting someone who i really fucking dig. i admit it. and the best part is, i'm not even worried about it. it felt comfortable from the absolute get-go. that has only happened once before... to someone i was never married to. i am perhaps most pleased by the realization that there aren't only schmucks in the world, that i am still somewhat desireable, and that, most importantly, i am able to desire back. i am still alive after all.