Oh my GAWD!  That is so something I would do, but my cliffs are always much shallower and padded by my crib mattress!  I hope the paintings are FAB fab. 

I found a vintage fishing net made of bamboo in the trash yesterday but put it back because I have so much shit and want to move, then a guy picked it up right after me and said "why'd ya put it back? You can sell that stuff?" 

He was kinda cute and told me his name was Peter and shook my hand and I asked him about selling on 85th street and he said it was illegal so I want to do it too.  He told me where to leave any of my stuff that I told him I said I sometimes just set outside by my building, so I pinned up a note to him on the wall there with my phone number.

I don't know where my anxiety went yesterday (there was a huge electrical storm) but I've been manic for about 30 hours now.  I wish I could get this feeling on 8 hour cycles. 

Man, it's like bottled, Jesus,  I gotta tell my therapist!

It doesn't happpen often enough to say I'm manic, but I think I am,  just in a less-obvious cycle.

I read we're using hyphens too much in our writing now, as a society in general.

Peace!