Because I could not spend all day sleeping, I did some laundry. The laundry room is in the basement. Usually basements are creepy to me, but the one in my building is somehow comforting. I can't really explain why.
a musician/artist living in brooklyn with two l gray cats and an super-cute dog, writing about the trivial and the not-so-trivial, often sleep-deprived and benignly neurotic.
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