i had a stupid dream about ordering 20 painted copper screws for coscarelli. i was on hold forever and i was heading down the hall to pass the phone back and say i'd ordered every kind of screw they had, and i woke up and my ceiling was leaking. 
my ceiling was leaking and it has a history of leaking paralleling the shower that never worked. while it's not heavy raining and i'm not in a cold shower this little nest is cute in it's warm chaos, but this morning i thought, it will spread, it will spread to my bed, and i'll be sleeping wet. 
it's so cheap and sometimes even in it's decay and dirt so like a nest, but i'm not a bird and can't be just open to the sky like that. would that i grow feathers and take to the trees! 
outside the sewers overflow and the streets flood and chicago's ugly and i just get this sneaking feeling it's not only my ceiling but everything that's getting worse. i'll never get a warm shower and i'll ever get rained on, inside and out.