it's 8am and i am drinking tea and deciding that if tessa doesn't have to wear real clothes to work then i don't have to shower. helen just left for her long journey to the wilds of brooklyn after a night of purple vegan cauliflower soup (from the cookbook rob gave me many moons ago) and red wine and cupcakes and the o.c. and e.r. i need to change out of the stalin t-shirt (kimmy, i found it!) and put something resembling clothes on and maybe pretend to neaten up my hair. pita keeps meowing and looking like he's having an existential kitty crisis. if you look at him and meow he meows back and looks distressed.

xo.