it's the break of dawn and our hearts are racing...

there is a darkroom now where our downstairs bathroom once existed. you are so fucking jay.

the part of today that was not spent constructing it or shopping for it, was spent at the sacramento arts and wine festival. which was predictably lame and goofy. and i didn't even see night ranger play.

i am having semi-pornographic dreams lately. and not fun ones. more often than not, they end in death. usually mine.

there was one where my twin sister showed me that there was a secret world under the bathtub, kind of like the first nightmare on elm street movie. but that was no nightmare. maybe she could positively alter my dreams more often. (*coughcough*)

what else? i am obsessing on azure ray. my right shin is bleeding profusely. tonevendor needs artists for second saturdays(*doublecough*AHEM). midnight is chirping. touch me, i'm sick.