autumn, before last night

The chill has embraced me, even the finest of my nose hairs and dead pores on my face and hands. Waking with the sun and sleeping far past the casual arrival of the moon, my friends waiting up for me for no reason other that to briefly say goodnight before heading off to bed. Makes me glad.

Having no money is liberating because I don't have to think of the shit I want to buy anymore. It's just no longer an issue.

I'm working with a man-boy named Theo at the Jacob Burns and I hate him.