I'm watching Pocahontas. I love this movie so much that I can't make objective observations of it. It's a cartoon based on real people, but, like, none of it is true. But I freaking love it. I remember seeing it in the theater with my grandparents and my cousin Megan. Megan and I were super-crazy into Pocahontas.

I've had the music from this movie in my head for two days, so it's a relief to finally hear it. Yesterday, Amy and I went to our store and put furniture together. Today, I stayed home and worked on our book order. My head feels fuzzy from overconcentration. (That isn't a word, is it? It is now!) As stressed out as I feel and as worried as I am, as I stood in my living room earlier, looking at my bare windows, I realized it has been way easier for me to start pulling together a bookstore than for me to make curtains. Which is why I still don't have curtains. That makes no sense. Why don't I have curtains?

Labels: sewing/crafting., work.

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