Just woke up and soon will be going back to sleep again. I don't know why, but all week I've been collapsing on my bed after work and after dinner, peeling myself up and falling back down again, as if naps were the pauses between my sentences. Someone put glue in my eyes and decided to leave my contacts in, thought that wearing a sweatshirt and jeans underneath a pile of blankets was a good idea, left all the lights on, and moved my clock forward. ugh. Why don't I feel any better? My cat just sits there beside me the whole time, as if this were normal behavior.
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People We Like. I've got a new photo in The Morning News: the co-owners of Frank White, an unusual coffee shop in my neighborhood. — 07.17.08 Charles Atlas will make a man of you! "Against Atlas' better judgment, I declined performing all of my exercises in the nude." (accompanying shirtless photo of the author taken by me.) — 07.17.08 Cat on a Leash. I am totally buying a leash for Coleman asap. — 06.25.08 The Brooklynites. Great photos of a wide range of people from my favorite borough. (Thanks to Kurt [a talented photographer himself] for passing this on.) — 12.19.07 Killer Boob. My childhood (and current!) friend Sarah talks about her experience with breast cancer on her well written and charming blog. She's an American living in Belgium and happens to be one of the best people I know. — 12.19.07 |
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