i think it hit me hardest returning to my car at one in the morning with so much jittery excitement — centered in my stomach but really all over — that i had to sit and catch my breath before starting the car and finding a cd that would live up to the moment i was in and attempting to drive home like a normally functioning person. the girl i rode the elevator up with once i was back in my building probably thought i was high standing there in my hooded sweatshirt sort of smiling and half-humming and barely noticing or caring that she was there (tall blonde girls probably aren’t used to this happening), but i don’t know if that’s quite the right word for the state i was in.

now trying to recall and write about it is getting me all fluttery again, which i like, but i won’t prolong because understatement is the probably the best route to go here. don’t want to spoil this feeling by trying to describe it — she is wonderful, i am thrilled. that’ll do for now.

lest you think my life is suddenly a fairy tale though, all is not peaches and cream: the return last night was beautifully shot but largely boring. if not for the positive association i’d say it was wholely a waste, however the essentially romantic backdrop of an empty theatre arrived at far too early was probably worth the ticket price, so still i can’t complain.