Decided to eat dinner out this evening, but arrived to find my restaurant of choice, Bangkok on Fifteen, closed. Now I'm too pissed to settle on a second choice. Instead, I've stopped into Victrola for Colloque Wheel, a monthly reading series for community authors. Not in the mood, honestly, but it makes my trip for something rather than nothing. I realize this makes no sense.
(Some of this stuff is just not good, and I can't tell if it's the reading or the material. The fact that I have to struggle to figure out the difference is not a good sign.)
More time, less noise. Where is the space I need?
No wonder I'm hungry: I've eaten a pan au chocolat and a nectarine today. Foolish. Don't know what's the matter with me.