A little grumpy because I didn't get enough sleep.
And a little grumpy because there's never enough time to do the things I want to do: clean my room. Get rid of old clothes. Go shopping. Cook. Read. Write. Practice. Make long-distance phone calls.
I spend my time largely thinking about how I feel, smoking rolled cigarettes, and listening to Sonic Youth's Bad Moon Rising. Petting the cat. Watching cartoons.
Glamorous life of an arts administrator. Wearing all black and running around Soho, worrying about budgets and work samples. I feel chic and terrified.
Another bad mood morning. Let's go to the gym after work and cook soup. Vacuum the bedroom and reitre early, okay? Do a facial masque and comb your hair. Feel better, babe. (Advice to self)