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Comfort foods.

In times of great stress (or distress, as the case may be), I have a number of consistent comfort foods I like to fall back on, but not all of them are food. Maybe just things that make my brain stop hurting so much. Jeff Buckley's album Grace, Minus the Bear's Menos el Oso; Dawson's Creek (but you all know that already); Fur; James Caroline's chapbook Neon Hospital. Last night it was spinach artichoke dip, Barefoot merlot, and the third season of the American Office. With so little time to spend on myself lately, the comfort food hasn't even been helping. I probably just need more sleep. Or less to do.