Racquetball a litte bit demoralizing. O sweet endorphin, why hast thou forsaken me? Even walked a lot more after, to and from Geagle, and still I feel kinda crappy. Read more of "Foucault's" during the day, though, and had a fine dinner chatting with dan. Left hand hurts now, dunno why. Got some peach Breyer's, am hoarding.