'I'm writing you an email because I lost my notebook. I got rid of that awful desk I've had forever. The one in the corner? I feel better. But now I have no work space and I'm losing it. I think 2015 will be my wine year if it hasn't happened already.

Is wine conducive or paralytic? I can't say. It gives me burst of creativity followed by a crash of depression followed by angry creativity followed by sleeping, mostly. And the urge to chain smoke.

I went in the backyard to smoke and looked up at the sky for a good, long while. All I could think about was how I've taken the Arizona sky for granted. Wish I had appreciated it while I was there. I'm happy I'm not though. I think that would be the end of my minimal sanity. I need a jumpstart.

Just wanted to say hi.
Forever spiraling,
Sisi'