condensed

I wrote a long entry and it didn’t save.

feels like california outside and I took some good pictures out in the desert. week starts, goes, ends.

nothing insightful around, not that I can see. fucked up a lot. wasted. unavailable. thirsty. painted over. have sex, don’t remember. missed the Metric show. I don’t like that band that much anyway.

nothing important, not to anyone. I’d write more but I’d rather sleep.