Jun came by at 9 a.m. and we swapped out the matrix samples.
I finished reading Angela Carter's Wise Children. I wish I could say I enjoyed it, but I didn't. There's a single chapter, Chapter Three, that works as a good short story, but the rest is just tarted-up noise. The only one of Carter's novels that has ever struck me as possessing any of the genius of her short fiction is The Magic Toyshop.
My afternoon comfort film was Damien Chazelle's brilliant First Man (2018).
I forced myself to eat dinner.