My pizza dream came true, anyway, slowly returning to human form, no memory of the past several hours, stains on shoes. Cleaning with toothbrush now.

Peretz wants attentions, walks, pizza crusts. Want to go to show later, hopefully will be poorly attended & I'll be able to cope with being there (I think the music is mostly electronic/laptop noise, so I'll probably be in luck).

T's watching 'The Matador', everytime I look at the screen, awkward & depressing sex is happening, seems like an OK movie.