oak street beach

My funk seems to be in full swing still, but Seth (the only person who knows about my less than stellar mood) managed to get me out of my apartment for some volleyball down on the beach. It was my first summer visit to the lake, and I should probably take advantage of it some more, because I have no idea where I'll be next year, and I might not be by the water anymore. As you can see, the JHO haunted our game from behind, but we did manage to get a giant "We <3 CM!" (CM being Claire Muller, who we knew was working). We called up and of course Claire was on break, but we wanted to know if they could see our message. We told Dan to walk over to the window and he said, "That Claire is so lucky", so obvs we could make a career in sandwriting.

But my funk (or my dark passenger as I like to call it now [Yayyy Dexter]) kind of took over, so I'm finding it hard to get my tasks done for the one day off I get a week. I need to haul my ass up to the Trader Joe's (I refuse to shop anywhere else now, unless I need to get Tostitos and/or Pepsi, the two things I can't live without), get my (now sandy) laundry done, clean this place up, and possibly be productive. But first I'm going to watch 16 and Pregnant.