love is the funeral of hearts

so, things were so poopy the other day! and somehow (sleep?) things just got better. maybe it was me putting faith back out there in the universe? who knows! but it seems that again, we're moving out FOR SURE and most likely for june 1st, but it may have to be july 1st, which would suck, but it's doable.

i have taken the last week and a half "off" from STRESS (perhaps minus the one down day, i'm also possibly going to blame my hormones, i know that pms doesn't really biologically exist to it's cultural proportions, but i did feel physically estrogen-y) and it's been so good. last week i called in sick to my job. i didn't work one day last week. well, i worked on the ohsweetie stuff and these gorgeous felt doughnuts, but not really on anything the "man" would consider "substantial". and i have felt really good overall. i like sleeping in to the point where my body wakes up on it's own (around 830am), and then crack..., er, facebooking for a little bit, checking my email, and crafting, riding my bike, reading, etc. right now at this moment we have a couchsurfer here from montreal: she's going tree planting next week and is staying here 'til she leaves and its nice having someone around to joke with and do some things with. last night she, stewart, and i went to the sauna downtown and soon here we're going to rent a movie (we were going to do yoga but she made incredible chili and now we're all stuffed and rolly polly) and i'm going to sew up the lining on this incredible WHITE peacoat i bought at the vvboutique yesterday! yes! stewart's listening to HIM right now and it's so lonely depressing! haha.