Can You Tell I’ve Been In A Funk?

Between, yet, more news about cyclones, earthquakes, a collapsing Democratic party, not to mention the prospect of going back to work (yes, I got a job) combined with the effects of caffeine over-saturation (to make up a redundant grammatically degenerative word), today I decided to forsake my compulsive American work ethic and take my tired ass out on an Artist Date at the Getty.

What I like about the Getty is that it’s on a hill, and it allows me to look over Los Angeles and, thus, put all the petty little problems sprawled out below into better perspective. I also like the tram. Oh, and the art is ok, too…

After wandering around the impressionist, and the depressing California Video exhibit (why is video art always dark and cryptic?), I thought, “Fuck it! Who needs art when it’s 90 degrees out and I’m surrounded by fountains?” And so I sprawled out next to the southernmost fountain and decided to work on my tan while I closed my eyes and imagined that I was at a spa next to an infiniti pool. Anxiety can be induced by lack of experience and ordine cialis on line feeling of guilt. You need to consult a spe india levitrat doctor for the treatment that is suitable for you. Just click on the medicine/s needed, fillout a questionnaire and look what i found buy cialis overnight submit orders. There are different reasons that cialis cost canada can cause erectile dysfunction. The blindingly white slabs made the sun extra strong and helped create the resort effect. Not bad for $8.

Afterwards, I went to the garden. This is my tribute to Georgia O’Keefe.

Just for today, I can get out of my funk at the Getty.