Spent the weekend in the Valley.
Ate Huuuuuge breakfasts.
I slept there.
In the room that once belonged to swissbuddha growing up, but is now one of the many decorating guinea pigs in the household.
Now I am sitting at this computer and wondering when my studio will be the unpacked acceptable kind of messy. The “I am making art, get outta my way” messy, and not this “I don’t know where anything is and couldn’t work in here if I did” messy.