Sunday Feb 3

I’m writing this as I fly into vancouver. I have butterflies in my stomach.
I read the magazine Psychology Today on the flight and it’s a damn good magazine. There was some seriously fascinating articles about human nature and analytical thinking about emotions and physiological reaction. It was kinda like when you read your horoscope and feel like it’s so bang on it’s scary… I definitely gained a more positive attitude after that magazine.

Then I picked up In Touch and all my smarts were swallowed by the mouth of celebrity porno. I am now numbed to my own problems and can revel in Brit being committed and the Jolie-Pitts expecting twins.

Ah, the decent is causing my ears to pop. Conan O’Brien is on the TV set, Matthew Good is on my playlist and the guy beside me is asleep.

“… and I know
it’s real slow, honey
painful, and real slow…”

Hospital Music is definitely a depressing album but it has seriously grown on me.