I don't feel like writing at all right now, which is exactly why I probably should.
I did an ill-advised thing this morning, though compared to many of the other ill-advised things I've done, it's fairly banal. I went to sleep at midnight, which is about as early as I ever do, and woke up promptly at 4AM. After lying awake, restless, for almost an hour, I got up to look for something to help me sleep, and found the Benadryl I'd bought for Louie to combat his allergies (apparently dogs can take it too) -- it was that or a shot of Triple Sec with a Listerine chaser. I was desperate for a couple of hours of sleep, planned to go into the office today and knew I would never make it through on four hours. I took it, got very sleepy, and woke up two hours later feeling like someone had slipped me a roofie. Not that I've ever been slipped a roofie, but from what I've heard it feels something like this.
And so I called in sleepless and spent the day trying to get work done, trying to send out packages, trying to get to the gym, trying to rearrange things in the apartment, and so on. Somewhat of a lost day, but at least I was awake for it; the old me might have stayed under the covers until Wednesday.
I did get a fair amount of reading done; I'm finally slogging my way through the fascinating-but-dense-and-in-small-print Peoples' History of the United States, whose author, Howard Zinn, died last week. As did J.D. Salinger, but you already know that. This is required reading for the liberal-minded, I've been told, and so I'm immersing myself in it. Right now we're on the verge of the Revolutionary War; I'm really looking forward to moving into the 19th Century.
Turns out Columbus didn't discover America, he discovered the Bahamas. Actually, Rodrigo did, but CC took the credit. Too bad; I'd love to have a long weekend because of Rodrigo Day.
Macy's Rodrigo Day Sale!
I had planned to write about the blackout of '03 and the magical night that ensued, but I shall have to do so later.
Hasta luego.
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