this is not a dream

as soon as i stepped out my building this mourn, i took a bad spill on the sidewalk; it's like a slanted ice rink. nyc winters rock. i hope the winter stays for ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever...

had a bit of a nightmare last night that i characteristically cannot recall the narrative of. but freddy krueger was in it and he was actually scary. and at one point, i blew up/burned my thumb and it had a big hole in it but it wasn't bleeding and it didn't hurt.

the new tat is progressing rapidly through the stages of healing. not near as painful as the previous one. still needs coloring in, but i'm still getting accustomed to its presence.

i guess i should start a band now.