Damaged Yet Pure

Had dinner at Pizza Buona, best pie in LA. The poor kid in front of me barfed all over himself and the customers ate regardless of the smell. I wasn't grossed out, I felt sorry for the kid and family.

Another productive stretch and so much has been achieved. I'm still swimming through the days tasks in a dream, barely conscious. Can't wait to clear my head of this fog, open up my ears again, and step out into the light.

Did a ghost really pass through the hallway just now?