in the ville. slept in sidnee’s car yesterday. marinated in the sun. it’s so nice today. sitting by the window, eating tomatoes, my framed picture of mac miller watching me. broken social scene playing. don’t have much to say. arm-wrestled jarrar sunday night and won. i’m kidding i didn’t win and i think he broke my wrist. went to goshen this morning. beautiful barista, beautiful latte, beautiful time. must draw. must go to michaels. i will buy every sketchbook i see. mine has disappeared under mysterious circumstances.

hope everyone had a bountifully irish st. patrick’s day.