a friend of mine recently drew me a lovely picture that i wanted to display in my bedroom. so i framed it and decided to hang it above my bed. one of the many issues with living in an attic is that we have sloped walls. that is to say that my cute drawing encased in glass and metal now hangs precariously off, and i mean off, the wall directly over my slumbering head at night.

view from my pillow. terror.

im watching the ballad of ricky bobby on tbs by myself in a hot room smoking menthol cigarettes on the eve of americas independence. not great.