welcome to november, have a nightmare

nothing like being woken up for the second day in a row from a nightmare only to find that you are covered in sweat…and when i say covered i mean covered. i actually had to change my clothes. i guess the good or bad thing about nightmares for me is that i remember them. although in this case i’d rather just forget. welcome to november.

p.s. here is a photo of an outlet in whitney’s apt.