Stressful work day yesterday. I went to Lavender Cafe last night, and a trip to Asian Market followed. A trip to Asian Market has never happened without the funny fishy rotten smell around. I was tired and in a lot of physical pain. Fell asleep watching a documentary about famous dead artists. Still fuming about the broken flower pot that disappeared from the back porch. Still in pain today. Thinking about how life changes so quickly, and nothing stays the same, yet things feel so stagnant and unchanging right now. The only comfort lies in the fact that everything changes, nothing is permanent, even though that is totally unapparent right now.