Now It’s Getting Creepy
The house I had recurring dreams about, the house I found for sale – as mentioned here – just got ridiculous.
I swear I created this house, built it myself with my damn mind, because included in all of the other mystical perfections of the place, there’s this…
An Artist’s Studio. Which will be turned into a Writer’s Studio. I will go to work everyday – in my backyard, with a view of the ocean.
Yeah, seriously. Wtf, as they say?