It's noon-thirty. I'm listening to a cd of the favourites of Chopin's nocturnes. I've already eaten. While on my lunch break, I resubscribed to The New Yorker (after a several-month long lapse), and e-mailed catchka about the shift in my paradigm about my self-image.

This morning I decorated my new cubicle a bit (hadn't had time in light of the big time crunch we were experiencing lately), and it feels like a more solid expression of me. I even sprayed warm vanilla sugar spritz in here.

At the end of the day I am all about ambience.

Oh, and lest you think I've done no work at all, I edited some overviews for the Exploratory Music course we're working on...