I actually set an alarm so that I would wake up in time to get coffee and a bagel before Pokémon came on. I don’t think you understand how exciting it is that the new series is set in Hoenn: I’m the motherfucking Champion of the Hoenn region, and I don’t care if this May chick does mysteriously look exactly like my character (who isn’t named after a month). My Groudon will kick her Torchic’s ass any day of the week.

I cleaned my apartment in a half-assed but satisfying sort of way. It’s easier to write about epistemology in a clean apartment, you know.

I made a vast quantity of Thai noodle soup to be eaten throughout today and probably most of tomorrow as well. My throat’s doing that thing such that it hurts to a really remarkable degree when I swallow at all, but it hurts slightly less when I’m swallowing hot liquid. This means that when I have throat things I drink very little except tea and eat very little except soup, but I eat a lot of Thai noodle soup even when I’m not sick (because it’s far better than any soup ought to be when you can get it for seventy cents).