So strange, this fevered meeting. This little wine sipping and talking about this relentless city. Thank you, that was nice. Let’s do it again some other time.
Now if only I wasn’t constantly thinking, 'I need to do my upper lips'. Fuck.
Haha.

Ah, how brilliant. I am sitting in a dark, empty office, popping bubble wrap, waiting for some tapes to come in and Elliot Smith is warbling on. At first it felt a little sad, but now I am slowly getting used to the idea.

It's only ten, but why does it feel so late?