I woke up feeling optimistic about the night-spells I sleep-cast for intl.-art-babe-vibes. I spent the morning looking for open calls and Coralie gave me hot tips. The workshop felt lively with people scattered around.

I went to lunch with Social Campaigns and brought pizza back for hard-work-no-break Alexis.

As our posse walked we encountered editorial who were all walking slow in their navy, burgundy, and army peacoats. I proposed the five of us jump on the five of them and piggyback to Mensa.

Standing in line, we talked about how you can feel when someone is looking at you, then each chose someone to stare at.

Another note – you know when you have a chemical-crush on someone to the point where their scent occupies space?


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