More green tea matcha, what a world needs.

Four projects from the master list in-progress, nearly all are housecleaning and strictly cosmetic. I've been swallowing House M.D. episodes as of late, the same disorganized gnat presenting himself periodically. I find myself salivating over House's think sessions, wanting the same filtered light and intense obsession.

Blessed amounts of alone time are longer than they appear. I deflect with the notion that soon the semester will begin, where sleepless nights are justified. Yet, objection rises minutes later when I am reminded the jail cell ends come this May...

Yes, I am still making things from muslin. No, I am not sleeping any easier.