Celebrated this festive day by going out to Black Angus after singing at church. The Black Angus back in Tempe was far better; each booth was larger and far more secluded. Also, there were no windows so it was perpetual night-lighting. The food was exceptional, per usual.
Last night I lit ten sticks of sandalwood and sent my parents barging into my room wonder what I was burning. Looking back, it has been a while since I've done the whole incense and candles at night. Mainly I stopped because grandma was complaining. After she left for the motherland for three months, I didn't have the urge to do so anymore.
I have 20+ wax sticks to burn, but not enough candle holders. Pity.
And Janis Joplin was playing all night that night as well.
I don't want to go back to the daily grind tomorrow.
So I shall paint tonight.
While listening to the Cruel Intentions soundtrack.
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