i smell exactly like pancake batter. staying up late to have stimulating conversations is the best. i mean, it’s the best reason to stay up late. i feel good. shower parties, trots to the library, strolls through the village, reading in the grass, eating pizza on picnic tables, going EVERYWHERE barefoot, blah blah blah all perfection.
i have to read 200 pages of plato by thursday. i know i can do it. it’s just a matter of… doing it. there is always SO MUCH FUN to be had here. distracting! joyous! i have an individual voice lesson on wednesday, and there are other exciting things in the works, of which i am not allowed to speak, so. keeping it on the hush for now.
beverage du jour: cowboy coffee. taro, this is for you. i hope you try it. it’s not actually, technically cowboy coffee (i looked it up), but somebody called it that here and it stuck. before bed, i put coffee grounds (like 1/3 of a cup) and a small amount of water (a cup and a half, or less) into a mason jar. i let it sit on the windowsill overnight (by the way, the windowsill placement is irrelevant) and then in the morning i filter the grounds out so it’s just super condensed coffee and then i fill the rest of the jar up with milk and a drop of vanilla. AND, OF COURSE, ICE. YUM. it’s surprisingly sweet, not bitter, and DELIGHTFUL. also gets me super wired. mm.
100% be coolio
