quiet and the dirt you're willing to put up with.

i've been sleeping.

the bathroom sink has something in it that i am afraid to touch. the kitchen is uncookable and yes, there are a few strange -- bugs. not cockroaches, or ants, nothing that nameable. a couple silverfish, and some sort of red winged thing.

i sort of think of them as dream bugs. the kind you dream are in some new place you've moved and you're not sure how to get rid of them, so you just go to sleep.

the thing is...they are not in nests, or colonies, or infestations, they are just

bugs. and that's kind of how the noise is: incidental. which in a city

full of surround sound, pimped out rides, cellphones, hollering last-word having motherfuckers, you know...

i'll take it. i'll take it. i'll take it.

because i can sleep. yeah, it's a little mildewy and reminds me of many a dive bar that i like - and look for.

but the light is good and it makes me want to read. and jack likes it, and last night i slept. this morning...

i fucking overslept.

i'm a city girl, always jonesing for a little quiet.