SUNDAY

Today I decided: the best line from a bad movie is: “If you are not going to kill me, then I have things to do.”

Today I decided: if anyone were to ask me what love tastes like, I would reply I think it tastes like a raspberry-filled linzer cookie with powdered sugar on top. That seems right, and very continental.

Today I decided: Schostakovitch scares me. Especially his trios, where there is really nowhere to hide.