Three meals yesterday which could have all been eaten out of a bowl with a spoon. Girl’s packing up to move back to LA, and my trombone has been in its case for almost two days, without any gigs. What is this? Can’t summon up any mystical shit right now because I'm back in the kitchen at my office with nothing really worth doing, getting paid to ride time like a backpack. Danny’s on the phone now about Ram Krishna, talking of a hot black ass at the Jazz Gallery as he gets ready to practice and go to Spain.