I have very literally slept four hours since Wednesday Morning. I worked until 6:30AM on Wednesday/Thursday and went home intent on getting a good 6-7 hour night. I forgot that this was the Thursday that my maid comes at 10:00AM and doesn’t like me in her hair while she does her job. So, I pretended to be dressing in my room and slept an extra 30 minutes. Then I went to Studio. On Thursday I don’t have class per se, but it is my day to get caught up on drawings, models etc. Thursday night I had to set up a school gallery show that some of my work was displayed in. A bunch of architects obsessed with perfection doesn’t make for a speedy gallery set up. A forty-five minute job quickly turned into 4.5 hours.

Back to Studio. I was working on a model that I was really happy with and did not want to stop and had a review on Friday anyhow. I did 14 sections, 3 study models, plans, and many sketches. Next thing I know the sun is up and I have classes in an hour. I ate breakfast and had my studio class. I ended up working until 9:00PM tonight (still unsure on how many hours I have been awake) and drove home totally fucking delirious. I have no clean clothes so I needed to throw a load in quickly and then go to fucking sleep.

As I walk out my back door the door closed behind me, and I thought “fuck”. I turned around to check it and it was indeed locked. My first thought was to credit card the thing open. I checked my pockets and realized that I had no keys, no wallet, no phone, no cigarettes. My pockets contained exactly 75 cents and nothing else. I have no phone numbers memorized, so without my cell phone I was basically third world; I had no resources.

I knew I had try to get in this fucking house. The windows are all barred or there would have been a smashed window quickfast. I checked the window in the front of my house and realized that it was unlocked. Poised in a very strange posture and at just the precise angle, I could see my keys on the table across the room. I went to the back yard and right there leaning against the wall was what I think was an actual “12 foot pole” that I had never noticed. I took the pole to the barred window and blindly pushed the ugly stick toward the table that coincidentally had other things than keys on it too. Expensive things. I heard the keys jingle and pulled the pole toward me, reeling them in. They fell to the ground where I could not see them and I had to push the stick around blindly some more until I heard the jingle. This turned out to be the hard part and took me about 15 minutes. When the kes were right under the window I ran upstairs to borrow a wire hanger from my neighbor who had 5 friends all smoking pot with her. I tried to mumble the story and my craftiness, but realized they were freaked out that a stranger invaded their pot party bragging about twelve foot poles, wire hangers, and dirty laundry. I fashioned the wire into a makeshift hook and after five minutes of blind fishing I had the keys in my hand and was in the house.

Goodnight. Holy Fuck I am tired.