Dozed off on the couch for a while, atypical to the point that I wonder if I'm not sicker than I think I am, had a very vivid sexual dream, vivid to the point of being disturbing, in a beautiful way. Woke to a strong, low rumbling from outside, half hoped the world was coming to an end, went out with Peretz to investigate, there were three fire trucks idling loudly on my street, but no fire.

Walked around for a while, thinking about singing 'God Only Knows' to myself driving back from Amherst yesterday, my voice is pretty shot.

Think I've got my feelings into a shape that seems right & proper, even if it's not much fun. Beauty's better than fun any day.

If you have to choose, anyway.