purple sweatpants. the heater is ticking. the ballard (go trumpets) socks are pulled up tight. i dug up an old thrift-store cashmere shrunken sweater out from the depths of my closet. flipped it inside-out, outside-in, a couple times to make sure there were no giant spideys hanging out in there.
two buck chuck. red lips merlot.
oh, the stray... facebook has become boring. i click it frantically. hopefully. i go to it first thing when i sit at my desk. boring barfola.
i feel i've lost the touch for painting, and this concerns me.
oh golly. princeton is looking at me with the "i gotta pee" expression.