Later, we had dessert at Dilettante and sat on the sidewalk discussing whether Pioneer Square is scarier than Capitol Hill at night. Opinions segregated by place of residence. Though, overall, I think that it takes some effort to find places in Seattle that are genuinely fear-for-your-life sketchy.
Today I worked at home, had the new exciting sandwich at Victrola, and went to the gym for yoga and general commitment to physical fitness activities. On the way home, I had my new favorite fresh juice concoction -- pear, lime, spirulina. However, I think I've exhausted my ambition and am mainly interested in staring at the walls trying to convince myself that it isn't actually hot in here (thus, keeping my clothes on).
Only in Seattle can 65 degrees at 10:30 be considered balmy. I think that my apartment has heat transfer issues that could be remedied by purchasing a fan.