I accomplished nothing. I did nothing. Truly, I hardly moved. My friend and I just kicked back, watched movies, ate food, and played mancalla. The day was SO devoid of angst, in fact, so full to the brim with lovely company and lovely hanging-abouts, that I feel almost . . . inartistic . . .
Yes. I think I shall earmark this day so I can refer back to it in times of misery to say, "Remember that day? Why can't ALL days just be like that?"