i have a nightmare that there is black liquid falling from my ceiling and when i wake up its real. there are puddles of black liquid on the floor and in the windowsills. it's from the leak but why is it black. if he hires me i hope he pays me under the table. i would fix the leaks and build him shelves and liaise with his artists. i went for first run post sprained ankle from being drunk in clogs on cobblestone. i listen to lana del rey when i run. i found a log on the street just like the old me. i remember her a little bit. yesterday rounded the corner crashed into the perrotin mail man. he double taked but neither of us said hi. i want to do the julie and julia challenge but with a really insufferable cookbook. dimes or martha stewart.