My face feels slow this morning. Facial expressions, I think, shall come only reluctantly. I think this must be what having botox must feel like, at least a little.
Sitting here listening to BowieNet Radio . . . Bowie DJs on channel two with random picks of his from the past fifty or so years. Really good stuff--This morning I've heard Ray Charles, Roxy Music, Stone Temple Pilots, Sonic Youth, Screamin' Jaw Hawkins . . . Such a nicely broad assortment.
I think I'll spend time in a coffee shop to-day, writing. Yesterday was mostly about typing things up . . .