I ran away. I knew what I did was extremely hurtful, but I had to. I have no regrets doing so.
3 parts to Moonlight Sonata - 3 days. 3 nights. 3 tries.

I just had a oily fried red bean bun. And 8 peanut cookies since this morning. My office is so flooded with unhealthy food today - donuts, pie, biscuits, fried dough buns, sweets, etc. I feel myself swimming in trans-fats today.

Listening to the Piano Sonata No. 14 makes me feel sad. I'm referring just to the 1st movement; there are three in this arrangement. Nothing like the imagery of reflected moonlight on Lake Lucerne as pictured by Beethoven in his composure. He included the phrase "Quasi una fantasia", meaning almost a fantasy in the title. What are fantasies for? Tools of escapism for the disillusioned.

The 2nd movement is calm, in contrast to an upheaved stormy final piece. Sometimes music qualifies what the human language cannot.

It's Friday evening and the sky is gloomy. I feel nothing about everything.