mister be happy. well i made it to my old studio. some chips fell from the ceiling in the entry but no harm done, it's been leaking off and on since day one, which was before my tenancy even, and the window panes that are there are holding on as is my patch job where they fell out. my plants are still among the undead. well, one may be properly dead. i see no sign of raccoons squirrels or mice. it feels like going into another realm. standing at the sink momentarily getting water for the poor plants i notice shining up at me a lovely amethyst crystal, hello? how'd you get here? i put 'er in my left pocket. um, warm in the groin area. 
so i paid my bills, well 2 out of 3, and got a little wet and foggy but to tell you the truth i feel fine, sometimes i act mad just because i can, or because the humans are fucking up so bad, but in reality i feel fine and not in the way of anxious illusion. it still is what it is.