the city that never sleeps.

nah. the city sleeps plenty. It's the ME that never sleeps. Was up at the butt-crack of dawn, before the sun and the pigeons and the Swedes in the next room. And faded like newspaper in the sun at about 2:30...but there was some good singing to wake me up, as well as a visit from an alum and an unfortunate case of VPL on an otherwise nifty red dress. That's entertainment!

to dinner, to the bookstore perhaps, and then to Lethe...hopefully!

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