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So tired.
What the hell is up with me? I went and played pétanque, had a couple beers, went to Dr. Stone's party, then went to Duvic's (Chelsea's had bands in both the cover and the "non-cover" sections, boo -- I don't like Duvic's) and was home before midnight. I dozed off to What Not to Wear. It's 1:30 and all I want to do is sleep, which is what I'm doing now. Tomorrow I'll try and figure out a feijoada recipe that approximates what that guy brought to Stone's tonight; it was absolutely amazing.
Guess I need sleep. Jesus.
PS: Cold here. 37 degrees outside. Turned on the heater when I looked at the thermostat and found that my house was sitting at a nice, crisp 60 degrees Fahrenheit. Stupid March. Stupid Spring. I'm going to go to bed now and imagine strong warm arms holding me, because I have officially gone mad. Bah.
Guess I need sleep. Jesus.
PS: Cold here. 37 degrees outside. Turned on the heater when I looked at the thermostat and found that my house was sitting at a nice, crisp 60 degrees Fahrenheit. Stupid March. Stupid Spring. I'm going to go to bed now and imagine strong warm arms holding me, because I have officially gone mad. Bah.
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