My glands are all swollen. And my left wrist is messed up -- I think it's a combo of typing all day and of sleeping on it weird.
Also, I went to Santa Monica today, misread the parking meter sign (there were 3, and I'm not feeling well, so confusion turned me stupid), and collected an ill-afforded 35 dollar ticket.
Guy lay in the road. Presumably he partied hard in celebration of MLK Day. As the good Reverend would have wanted. Hopefully the cops in the car behind me got him home safe and sound.
But saw the Schnabel film with a friend. Max von Sydow made me cry. So not all bad.