October 10, 2003
Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings makes me cry. Goosebumps. Crying equals itchy contacts. I had a pleasant time. I ate a pound of Belgian dark chocolate. It's best if you break it up into the individual squares and leave them in your mouth as they dissolve on their own. I hate tacky Halloween decorations. This includes plastic skeletons. Carving pumpkins is heavenly. I need to breathe through my nose more. This is a plan for self improvement. Harper's Magazine is an endless source of interest. I feel a slight migraine coming on. Inhale. Exhale. Tomorrow will be productive. Not today.