My disposition is fading. My constitution is slipping. My gulliver hurts. I haven’t slept more than 4 hours in one night in the past 2 weeks. I’m so tired. But so what?

(“So what? So let’s dance!”)

Like so many times before, the plan to rest keeps getting pushed back. As new shit comes to light and social engagements continue to appear, I opt for the fun and skip the pillow. Probably not the best tack to be on, but believe you me, it’s the more exciting one. I can always sleep Saturday. Or next Saturday. Or Saturday, May 21st.

Perhaps tonight I’ll go out for sushi, sake and sunshine.