it's too hot at home so i've come here to keep cool.
my desk is up a mountain and the red wine does not help.
there are colourful birds and pictures of my friends wearing too much eyeliner.
the smell of dark chocolate (the bar that melted into a funny shape in the post) is on the desk mountain and is making me feel s.i.c.k.
photographs of snow and a miniscule kate bush and white chalk and belts and batteries...all giving me grief.
i need more; space, time, wine.
this room is full and there is no corner for me.
a box of fake snow, plans drawn in fat pen, unsent unscented letters, white gloves, yellow shoes, a racing bike, a wall with an unfinished...
the printer is cranky and the pot poodles have slipped into comas.
today is yr birthday.
let's smoke cigars.