"you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style."

14 October 2008

the comedown.



I slept for the entire flight...thanks to drinks at the mexican-themed airport bar (my boss's suggestion) and three Benadryl.
The epic construction outside my house (literally in front of my door) prevented any quality sleep for me this morning.

So...no yoga today. Very little interesting conversation. Even less patience.

I'm going to center city for a hair appointment. Then the grocery store.
Yes, it's a glamorous life.

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