For what it's worth, Pinky's Famous Pizza is really all that, and they win extra points for having a print of the orginal Godzilla movie poster on their wall. There's even a pie that's named after everyone's favorite giant lizard (for some reason, it has double cheese and double pepperoni). On this trip, I did not have the Godzillaroni, however. I had one of their many white pizzas, the Rebel Without a Sauce, and now having gorged on way too much dairy, I'm feeling a little woogy.

Coping for me has always been a little bit self-indulgence and a little bit self-destruction.

The office relocation has been completed, and while I'm certain that I will miss my windows, I can say that I still have walls, and that's a definite bonus in this space. Also of note is that the process of packing and culling and then unpacking and culling more has kept my mind fairly well occupied for at least part of my days. I even thought to contemplate framing some photos, and maybe even bringing in one of my bowls. I guess this is by way of saying that the black mood isn't all that's left. On the other hand, I'm finding that I'm being incredibly sentimental. I really don't know if it's for being sad so much as just being vulnerable enough to feel things I've had safely locked away. Too much shut away for too long. I came dangerously close to one of my "crying over seeing wildflowers in the rain" moments several times today. Have to see where this all takes me.