i went to a bagel place in palermo with some friends before going to a museum. i ordered an everything bagel with lemon and rosemary cream cheese. im not the biggest fan of bagels. i, like, never seek them out. it's more of a new york thing for me. like i never order them anywhere else. while eating it i did start craving a bacon egg and cheese. i guess i could make one but i keep putting off compiling an actual list of groceries to purchase. the others seemed to like it. i think someone said that was their, maybe fifth, time there. i probably won't go back unless it's in a similar, to meet people, situation

the museum was fine. had never heard of xul solar before. lot's of astrology and spiritual themed art. there was a terrace with bright, flat paint of numerous colors on the walls. we took pictures in front of the green wall. i don't really like taking pictures, but i did anyway. i don't know who's phone they're on so i may never see them again

i need a blender. im trying to make my own oat milk cause i want to be more ethical. my host mom doesn't have one. i don't want to buy one. she does have a food processor and some other handheld thing that she uses for small portions of vegetables. when i asked if she had one, i said it was for smoothies. i felt that was easier than explaining i wanted to make milk out of oats. i've found oats, i think, and the nut milk bag. i have bottles. it's just the blender. i assume i can find one for ~twenty-five dollars or so. but that's a lot to spend on something i can't keep. i'm gonna try the processor for an actual smoothie and i'll evaluate then if it will suffice

that feeling that ezra keonig sings about in 'mansard roof' where he sings, 'i see a mansard roof through the trees'. i realize i know what he's singing about. i had that feeling in minnesota about two years ago. in my case, it was a victorian roof. and i was on lsd. maybe he was too at some point, and that inspired that lyric