"i think i'll go home and mull this over before i cram it down my throat"

i changed the song on my alarm. refreshing.

this morning i feel the effects of good conversations the night before. good, honest talks with unassuming-types.

i'm going to carry around my leather bound italian notebook instead of the black and white compostion. my thoughts are recorded with more care and effort in the italian book, i find. it's a nicer book.

the last of the catcher in the rye over the last of the raisin bran. unfocused reading, unfocused eating. classical music coming from the boombox that no one ever turns off.

the sky is blue. it's going to be a good day.