magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

when i woke up this morning i had this vague memory of standing outside my door and being locked out. and knocking and kris answering it. and saying sorry, and him saying it's okay, i was half awake anyway. but i didn't have any memory of anything on either side of that event, so i figured i must have dreamt it. i asked kris and he told me it actually happened. i must have climbed down out of my six foot high bed in my sleep and locked myself out in the middle of the night. that's kinda scary.

spent the whole day in the studio painting with gouache. tedious, and painful on the eyes. we took a break in the late evening to check out waterfire. they have all these floating metal urns in the river that they light fires in every couple of weeks during the summer. it was pretty cool, but way too many people. seems all of providence shows up for it.