I am at work. I am feeling very sick, I think that stupid subway sandwich poisoned me or maybe the indian guy who prepared it, not sure, just angry at the moment. Am also half-high, took a strong advil, am not sure how am writing, fingers move by themselves. Am in my little cubicle, listening to the soft, soothing sounds of Madeleine Peyroux and am wishing, feeling, imagining green fields, blue skies, flowers, the sound of leaves lulling me to sleep, the moisture of grass refreshing me...am in different world. All due to music...what a power!