Found something fun on the way there.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds.
She came in through the bathroom window.
I don’t think this is a very good look for me, but it was kind of fun to try.
Ugh, I do not feel well today.
This is pretty much the only thing I told myself I’d do today: clean this goddamn room. I’m living in squalor. It’s pretty embarrassing. I used to think I was a rather clean person, but obviously that’s not true.
Also, my left hand is severely bruised from over-zealous tambourine playing. I felt just like Davey Jones. You can’t even tell how bad it is in that picture. The bruise is a shocking shade of purple on the outside of my hand, and there is a huge black bruise on my palm. Why do I do these things to myself? These are the sorts of things they say on Intervention.