Going to sleep in the liv­ing room with the cur­tains open. Just so I can see the misty sky every time I open my eyes as I drift off.

I liked how, out of all the places to sit from two sofas and a chaise, we’d always end up in the nook of one couch, pressed together.

Stuck in the bath­room for 20 min­utes, but I still made it to Tai Chi on time (with a bit of speeding/running).

Noooo…the one Wednesday I can make it to Documentary Night and it’s on indef­i­nite hia­tus. Now where will I get my fix of witty comments?

By far the best email in my inbox today was from John, sub­ject: “pics of me as a gay”.

Someone started talk­ing to me in Polish from behind a stall as I walked in the bath­room. I shud­der to think he was expect­ing someone.

New Murphy’s Law: your UPS will emit a scream­ing “needs replace­ment” tone when you’re at the sound­est part of your sleep.

For the first time in my life, I used the word “pro­boscis” in a sen­tance today. It felt good.

I have a 9:15 appoint­ment with my gas­troen­terol­o­gist. And so do two other peo­ple in the wait­ing room. Triple book­ing must turn a profit.

You gave up my friends.

Just woke up from a three hour nap. Methinks I went a lit­tle crazy last night.

Working on pho­tos with Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind in the back­ground. Cause obvi­ously I’m a masochist.

Hmmmmm. I actual felt like going out tonight. Which is usu­ally only once every two months.

Dad just called me and asked if I wanted to have lunch with “them”. Who’s them? I didn’t want to ask.

New favourite artist: Sera Cahoone. Drummer of Carissa’s Wierd(!), drum­mer for one Band of Horses album, and tal­ented alt-country composer.