Went to see music for a while. Show was in very damp, low-ceilinged basement, sat in a tiny chair, perhaps made for the use of schools, feeling even more of a sad, tired giant than usual.

Wandered around outside, got a mango beverage, sang snips of some Moon Mullican songs to a friend, talked to Matt Mondanali about his semester in Berlin, he had some good bad roommate stories, Ethiopian who left bowls of food everywhere & locked him out at night, refrigerator full of dirt, another apartment with loud S&M in the next room to all hours, travel broadens the mind. Talked to Fernando about maybe playing some music together some time.

Got too tired to be out anymore, drove home listening to a tape Matt gave me, pretty relaxing, somehow didn't drift off the road.

Think I've gotten tired enough that days-long panic attack is a little less obtrusive, maybe I'll actually get some sleep.