coffship

man, i'll be honest. last week was a stressful week. a productive, awesome one, but also one of severe highs and a real pressure-cooker, due to ricochet and challenge me to face some unmentionable, unforeseen molehills. it got to me a little, and i suppose that's okay. i'm over it. i feel like i may have hit a strange wall, though, on saturday night or sunday morning, when all i wanted to do was something girly-forever21-horrendous, like shop! or cry!, or shopcry!, and de-stress. i called instead to make an appointment for a massage, and when they were booked, i felt like all my muscles immediately revolted and became twice as tight, a self flip-off.

so, i simply decompressed with a friend over coffee. it was nice, because this friend is great and coffee is great, and my coffee came with a little tugboat on it. tugboat, just plugging along, doing it's best.

what's a meta for?
har de har HARF.