Zzzz.

• I just growled at someone in a Monoprix aisle — out loud. My transformation into a serial killer in evidently going well. Or maybe just into an old fart.

• To think I could be doing the same as everyone, getting a stable paycheck for staying in office all day playing Zuma.

“Why didn’t I live… when I could have?”

• Etat Libre d’Orange, the perfume shop opening on my building. Stuck as I was between the post office, local loser bar, and Chinese fabric wholesale retailers, I welcome the new arrival.

• Uh… (Awful pun. On the TV news. On a channel I’ve expected better from.)