Was going to go catch some music with my mom, but guess what? Too fucking lazy. We're playing with our respective laptops instead, watching cartoons, hanging with Peretz. If my instep would stop hurting, I'd declare utopia achieved & you could all go home to your loved ones.

The fact is, it does still hurt, so there's work to be done. Sleepy, sticky, itchy bug bites all over, must be summertime. Asparagine has been the topic of the day, forgot I bought some of its namesakes last week & they went all soft & yucky, too much going on, can't keep track of every single thing, I'm only human, OK, only human!

Geez, so demanding.