I did, I smiled.

I went to the farmers market, read Langston Hughes until I cried, ate sushi and laughed and played squash. I haven't washed my hair, I've read Bukowski and drank red wine and eaten a pie and had eggs benedict and earl grey and jasmine tea. I didn't put on make up and I bought robins egg blue stationary and I didn't check my messages and threw the window wine open and laid naked in the sunshine on the bed. I hid and laughed and mailed a letter and wore the same pair of jeans and looked at so many books and took off my jacket and tripped on cobblestones and drank vanilla soda with whipped cream and tried on huge hats and smiled at myself.