We Don't Die, We Multiply
I don't know what these things are supposed to do. They keep glomming onto my keychain and the cashier swipes them and I think I earn some "points" or something but they really don't do much more than that. And yet I keep getting them.
I'm trying to get myself back onto a regular sleep schedule. My bedtime kept skewing later and later, which made my waking time later and later. So, in spite of the fact that I probably went to sleep around 1:30, I forced myself out of bed at 9 when my body wanted to sleep until 11. Needless to say, sleepy me.
And can I just add that it's a bit rude to blast that screamy angry reggae crap from your car at 8:30 in the morning? I'm prepared for it at night. I'm used to hearing loud music on the street at night. But at 8:30am, I'm 'bout to get up out of my bed and take a cast iron skillet to your head. Who blasts music before noon? Who does that? Ugh.
Oh, and I finished Snow Crash. A caveat to my earlier post: it's a great book, but if it were a movie, it would be rated R. You have been fairly warned.
Labels: books glorious books, Brooklyn is still Brooklyn, photos



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