afternooning in january. i'm trying again. one in the washer, one in the dryer, one in the bucket moving into the closet. i want to play something and write music but i've got to clean because i had a dream i came home and it was spotless. nevermind that it was done by shannon, the ex re ex re ex re ex girlfriend of andy, i saw what it looked like and oh, it's nice. had just about the same light as it does now pouring through a makeshift sheer red half curtain and i want to see the blinds shining through to the floor and not clothes and papers and useless things below.