I spent the day holed up with Harry Potter 7.
I highly doubt that Picasso’s first word was Pencil … but I can see how it would be a good story.
The clouds feel so close these days. The humidity is oppressive and soporific.
My darling Petra sent another postcard. This time, Washington DC. I remain envious.
Craig was out climbing walls so I ate dumplings with sriracha sauce.
Yes, that fork has a face. It’s in the shape of a squid and came from the Osaka Aquarium. It’s adorable. Shut up.
Ten to midnight on the train. Drunk ish, Emphasis on the ish.
A quiet night of mindless movies, hairdye, and spicy spicy noodles.