These cold and rainy days are just not what the doctor ordered. But the sun keeps trying to come out. Meanwhile I keep hearing 18-wheelers pull up on Toulouse (out my window at the Can) and I keep thinking one of them is bringing my slab for my counter tops (which was supposed to arrive at Pieri today, I can see their front door from my window). I went by the LaLa after pilates and K wasn’t there – he told G that he had to go work on something at his house and then he said to G “well you don’t care, because you report to Rachel” – I think he needs electroshock therapy – and I’d love to administer it to him.