Made myself some tomato sandwiches with a hothouse tomato I picked up while getting salt, feeble echo of summer, learning to get by on feeble echoes.

Might go catch Fat Worm at a house party across town later, not sure I'm really up to it, pretty melancholy, also staying in with Peretz doing sudoku seems pretty appealing. Choices, choices.

All the sunshine is doing a nice job taking the edge off anxiety, doesn't do so much for feeling sad. The less nervous I feel, the sadder I get, not complaining, sad is much preferable.