day three hundred one.

 frost on the grass, a few mornings ago (featuring: sweater tights).

take that, seasonal allergies.

sometimes the only two things one needs to be.

(found in a book by co-worker laura)

i had a dream once about eating cheetos and woke up with a stomach ache.

day two hundred sixty-six.

this morning i dreamed that both of my arms fell off and crawled across the floor of my studio.
the floor was made of bricks and my fingernails got caught in the mortar.

yeah.
still feeling pretty sick.