My brain hurts. It is 4 am and I don’t want to reward my self by doing something creative because then my body will figure out that this is an option and continue to wake me from a sound sleep and all the world will go to hell.
I had a great time in D.C., though I wish we had seen Charlie. We were busy doing the in law, children and museum thing which has its own place and time. We are full of space ship ice cream.
I love art. I love traveling and walking around and looking at new things. I’m not too crazy about my job right now or the unbearable weight of being ordinary.
Hopefully I’m going back to bed. Or I'm going to read Maximum Gaga.