2004-11-18 - 7:16 p.m.

Last night, I listened to CDs and worked on a huge art project for three hours, before falling asleep on my floor with a pillow and my comforter because my bed was completely taken up by inspiration. It's heaven/hell, pleasure/displeasure, belonging/alienation/apathy. It's exuberance and existence and bathtubs full of gin and it's waking up on your floor at eleven thirty at night, shaking from some unremembered dream.