I went down to part time at work just in time to have a terrible two-week cold, but I’m happy, too, I think.  Not even the terrible parking situation in Echo Park (like, nowhere to street park for free on a Thursday morning) can get me down.

I feel the most unfamiliar and pleasant freedom.  I ran some errands and read some poetry.  I’m just going to read all fucking day.  I’m going to stay well enough to go to the Grimes show tonight and enjoy it, sober as I’ve ever been because I can’t drink on this z-pak (I mean I could but I’m trying to be a good girl).  I’m going to wear my shirt with all the masturbating and menstrual blood on it.  I’m going to wear an outfit.  I’m going to read all day.

My general philosophy is to try to experience my happiness while I’m feeling happy and I’m trying, I’m mostly succeeding, at least for this hour right now.