gallery sitting.

scanning brysons work.  well watching malea scan bryson's work.  not thinking about hunger.  wiping my snotty nose.  only checking my phone for missed calls twice instead of fifteen times.  pushing away thoughts of uselessness.  talking to malea about dying from eating to much ramen.  looking for red dots with leef.  updating facebook.  not  understanding facebook.  hating facebook.  reading.  cleaning.  cleaning elyse's mirrors.  cleaning the bathroom, kinda.  sweeping the office and gallery floor.  organizing the snake pit of cords and wires.  fixing the not broken, but no working main laptop.  catching alika's drawing mid air before it landed on the floor from the wall.  waving to people as they come into the space.  nailing a tack back into the wall for oliver's drawing.  being jealous of jesse and katie being able to go to the mission book sale.  being jealous of anyone breathing.  watching little brat kids play around gallery a-stand.  explaining to drunk guy whispering in spanish that i cant understand him.  hoping dangerous does walk through that door and pretend to have a seizure.  figuring out what i'm going to do for dinner.  typing.  sitting.  slouching.  lusting over art.  organizing flat files.  work of michelle blade, james bradley, alika cooper, bryson gill.  stopped at fourth drawer.   sneezed five times.