I am tempted to celebrate, but what I would celebrate is actually mundane. I slept all night long, from midnight until six-thirty a.m. I can't remember the last time that happened.
a musician/artist living in brooklyn with two l gray cats and an super-cute dog, writing about the trivial and the not-so-trivial, often sleep-deprived and benignly neurotic.
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