It's late. I'm awake and alone in my apartment, listening. To music, to the contented purring of my kitten--Thor the Adorable, to the ever-present technological hum. I spent the evening taking pictures of myself, pretending to be a Sucide Girl. When the battery in my NIkon D40 died, I decided to write in my omnipresent moleskine journal...which is inexplicably missing! =[ Well, it's probably at home, on top of the piano...or under my bed, from where it fell from my fingers as I wrote myself to sleep....
