Had the frustrating experience of going to bed early (9:30!) only to wake up at 1:30 and not fall asleep again til 4:00. Plus, because I ended up sleeping late in an effort to rack up Zzz's, I am starting my day w/o having meditated or gone running.

So I'm a little grumpy this morning.

On the other hand, it's drizzling, which is nice, and I bought a little bottle of rosemary oil to keep at my desk. That always lifts my spirits.

I haven't read a book since Opal ended, and I haven't read a novel since early March.

My usual reading time is my subway commute, and lately I've been using my morning commute to do deep breathing and to write.

This morning, however, I decided to buy a magazine at my corner bodega. They have almost nothing but comic books and Mexican porn, and yet, strangely, they carry Rockpile magazine, which is sort of a lo-fi Magnet (or a less pop-obsessed Amplifier).

I like checking in to see what's happening in the music world, but the interviews and articles that used to captivate me seem really lame to me these days. Plus, in the back of my mind, I'm thinking, "Why isn't my record being reviewed in these stupid rags? Why aren't they interviewing me?" Waah, self-pity!