Yesterday's yoga class was a great choice.

Making it past tomorrow night will be a relief. I have to bring food to a meeting.

I went to sleep last night at 9 pm despite the fact that a friend said the best band ever was playing. I seems that rest (and not going out) does have a correlation to health, I feel good this morning. Plus the band was named X but was from Australia not LA, so I was skeptical.

My throat is sore and my tongue is coated. I bought many natural remedies.

I consumed a lot yesterday: cannoli, beer, penne

Now and Later 18 Piece Wild Bar

Electrelane

Despite the frequency with which I try to buy happiness, I still overlook things that I could get that would yield such high returns. It's stupid to have a favorite band and only have their last album when there are 4 others to listen to. But now that I have realized what I've been missing, I can fix it.

I'm going to see Los Campesinos with Henry tomorrow. One of the songs on their new album has an organ part that sounds like Electrelane. But it was Annie's basement where the breakthrough occurred, hearing songs I'd never heard before amidst songs I love.

Cancerey microwave popcorn (Pop Secret in this case) can be so good.

Last night I had the worst pizza of my life, probably.

The jizzum pizza in Queens was more unappetizing.

But this pizza was something I'd been looking forward to for a while and was just so obviously going to be a disappointment. The foreseeable, inevitability of it's poor quality and the entire surrounding environment of wrongness was the bottom.

I don't know why I didn't take control and get good pizza, but I think it has something to do with Taoism and pity.