number thirty-five

My second day off work and it's already Wednesday. I fell asleep in my clothing again cause the medicine I'm taking makes me lose any remaining shred of motivation that I possess.  

I have a strangely specific desire to be in my old apartment on Prospect drinking a hot totty in my underwear while cuddling someone and listening to Moby on blast watching the strange camera obscura projections on my bedroom wall of strangers walking up and down the street. 

I guess I can settle for black tea, bed with my clothes on, no stereo, no one, an achy back, mucus filled skull, and an annoying skylight that wakes me up way too early. 

cheers

xx