Myrtle pub with isabel last night. this morning no run meet isabel and the big white dog drink tea walk to the park i give bucket a chicken foot go home clomping around new pink shoes scheming. walk too far to sargent's studio without gloves. they make me a cup of tea and i give them one cigarette and they scroll through spite mag and say some things in chinese to me like i will take the plane to beijing. some things to consider. go to buy honey and hinges but they dont have hinges and the hardware store is closed even though they shouldn't be. watching skins and taking a too hot bath putting things in boxes that used to live together but not anymore. alone in the house tonight kind of like old old olden times. i'm not that scared. emailed satya and started another book i don't like. right now i love lipstick.