So like - yeah my head is pretty concerned about how the playoffs go, but I have a lot of ways of taking it easy at the same time. So this is probably my most white woman SBNR type opinion but I love me some aromatherapy. Put on a scorching bath, pour some scented soap or a bath bomb or whatever in that bitch, and just streeeetch… heaven in porcelain for sure. Music helps me out too. I’m a bit out there I suppose. Anything with discernible and logical structure is just too connected to physical reality and puts my mind off. I need melted sludge put on tape. Early James Ferraro, early Spencer Clark, some Eric Copeland (my personal recommendation is Hermaphrodite), Asleep Country, etc. Just nice to live in a world of sonics for a little while. God knows I could use the escapism. Don’t need pucks down my pants any more than they already are.