Note to future self: check freezer at work for last of the toaster strudels.

temperature in my apartment this morning: 67 F

temp. now: 66 F

I'm gonna cut a hole in the middle of a blanket and stick my head through.

Bed shall be pretty darn good now.

Ha! When I visited Paul, Peter was there with his mom, who was a Vogue model in the 50's incidentally, and he pulled out my first CD Star Scream, and his mom wanted to put it on, and I was like oh my god no.

Oh my god, bed will be so good.