Pure joy

Last night, after waking up at three in the morning in an awkward position on the futon with the dvd menu for It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia repeating and repeating, I finally went to bed. 

It was storming. But like, psychotically storming. 

The walls were shaking and the room was all lit up and I was all curled up under a billion quilts with my cool little baby blankies tucked under my chin. 

It was great.