Ready to party like it's 1984.

We got the dregs of the last West Coast storm. The roads are absolute fucking arse and it's cold. Finally. I had lunch with Char and Luca (who lives on the second floor) and ate the entire planet. I bought things. Like hot underwear and a rust coloured turtleneck frock extravaganza. I have a half-finished poem in my Scraps folder. I'm tired. I want so many things, and none of them are here.