Before writing a post here I was all, "I'm going to lie down and treat myself by listening to Richard Strauss's Metamorphosen," but after listening to it I fell asleep for 3 hours scrobbling music.

I hope I didn't scrobble anything embarrassing.

While I was sleeping I dreamt that I was arguing about Wire seasons here, which is the height of pointlessness. I hope I didn't do that? Still kind of half asleep so I don't really know if I was doing that.

I have to go hang out today with my client's spouse that took me out to cheer me up when my ex left me. I hope it won't be too bad.

At least I'll get free drinks, food, and #solidarity out of it.

Poorly timed tangent: The last time I truly felt overwhelming aesthetic joy I was driving on Highway 1 at night from San Pedro to OC while listening to Metamorphosen. It was baller as fuck.
Time to die go back to sleep.
