the morning feels like california. cool and bright, with the sound of cars and coffee in the air. i'll just imagine that i'm in san diego for a bit. that if i leave this room, mare will give me a cup of coffee, and i'll sit outside and pet jolie and watch the ocean. i'll walk to the yacht club and sail and, on the way back, stop in at red's and eat a bagel and sit. that would be nice. i'd like to go to san diego.