Having some peppermint tea with honey, need to go buy some envelopes, probably should get more tea, honey, maybe cocoa, maybe some other stuff. Time's going by very slowly, stuck in treacle, it's a familiar feeling, don't care for it much. Peretz seems glad of the company.

I've been directing an excess of concern toward things I can't do anything about, really need to drop it, reorient, move ahead, keep feeling like I've done that, keeps turning out that I haven't so much, it sucks.

Almost done with being 35, everything past that is a bonus, not the bonus I was hoping for, but a bonus nonetheless.