there were diagnal stripes across the window doors, and when people walked by their shadows crawled across my face.

some of them ambled.

i woke up earlyish for late and drank coffee with jason. i exerbiked extralong just because the ken ishii track was so fucking good.

the amount of letters i have written is bordering on a pile.

i rolled around on the floor today with the cats while jason showered.

i applied to many many more jobs.

i ate a tuna salad sandwich that was disappointing.

i stubbed my toe on the metal foot of the desk and yelped like a puppy.

the sun today was just like the sun in oakland on a fall day.

i miss waiting for the 57, i miss the train.

last night stuart knocked all my paintings and my tea cups off my mantle in a crash that i am sure woke up the whole world.