What comes is better than what came before.

Let me just say, there are few things that cannot be made a little better by delicious Israeli shawerma in the Marais followed by a cheap beer and listening to one of your friends play somewhat incomprehensible, really fun songs in a hipster (but not too scene-y) bar in the 11th, all with a good friend.

The pipes in my apartment are about a million years old, and there was some minor flooding today, but the above was pretty much a cure-all. Well, that and the fact that my landlord fixed it while I was out.

New favorite first line of a song: "The ashtray said you were up all night."

Things here get stressful more than I'd like them to, but I've been listening to Lou Reed lately (and Cat Power's cover of Lou Reed), and he has some good advice:

Oh, I do believe
you are what you perceive
What comes is better
than what came before.