please, please me

tell me something.

what is the best thing to do upon waking up and realizing that your digestive system has staged a coup against you?

well, there's a process, my friends.

first, you're in denial.

you get ready for work as if it were any other day and realize you've had to excuse yourself between applying your mascara and lipgloss at least three times.

if this doesn't throw red flags up, continue going. get dressed and make breakfast. have another epiphany after you finish eating that you've had to excuse yourself at least three more times since you finished getting dressed.

ultimately, you will be standing at your doorway with reality tugging at your parka sleeve.

reality whines...

there's no way you're getting on public transportation in your condition.

that's when you turn around and started pounding through work emails to make yourself feel less useless. you huff and puff, bored to tears by the prospect of sitting around at home again, trapped in a digestive circle of hell.

when all of that's done and you've sufficiently wound yourself up into an anxious ball of nerves that's convinced you're only valued when you're physically in the office, you sit around and daydream.

well, that's what i do anyway.

i spent many hours winding myself up.

now, to talk about wants...no, no...needs.

1. the olivetti valentine typewriter: shown in the lovely photo above, this typewriter was designed by ettore sottsass in 1969, it's a beautiful and dreamy sigh in the timeline of design. it would be perfect for writing letters to my confidantes.
2. a mechanic for my the olivetti lettera 32: i can't seem to part from this one. he's broken and in need of some attention and some new ribbon.
3. chocolatier classes: you think i'm joking, but i'm seriously looking into this. don't laugh.
4. all the beautiful, shimmering bossa nova that's in existence: preferably from the 60's. this is paramount to the positive progression of friday's life. she will wither away without it.
5. warm weather: hey, i'm a simple gal at the end of the day.
6. a flying pigeon bicycle: yes...alternately, a vespa.

uh huh...the daydreams continue.

back to the work emails and arguing with my stomach.

at least the sun finally decided to come out.