A mission; a movie

Must have been Ms. Gaw's mention of the Pirate Dress that sent me off into a dream-sea of gingham and shipwrecks. I washed ashore in London. I was on some sort of mission. I don't remember what it was.

Day Two of the Museum Plan. Also of pins and needles in my pinky. Went to go meet up with some people at Ace Bar last night, only to discover that they were filming a movie inside and weren't allowing anybody in. Walking back to the train, I couldn't decide if I should feel sorry for myself or proud, cause, you know, the bars that I go to, like, they film movies inside and shit.