mattereaterlad2

i slept through the first hour of weekday with steve scherr. he was talking to a panel about women and iraq. i dreamt i was in the studio with them.

once before, i have fallen alseep to steve scherr and he (plus guest) has invaded my dreams. he was talking to anthony vidler about architecture. i dreamt i was in a huge gehry hotel, swimming in an impossibly shaped pool, having bourbon with a friend.

let's call this journal entry: this is my beard and welcome to it.

"someone" sent me a package before she left. nutter-butters have never made me happier.