    2008-01-01 - 9:39 a.m. A strange interlude. The retro Elvis clock that Chris's father gave me in Vegas is the loudest sound I hear right now. Weird in Manhattan is waking up on the couch of the New Year's party you were at, at 8:30 in the morning, and heading home. I don't think I've ever seen Union Square completely empty in the daytime before.
Now the question becomes: do I join the huddled masses and go to bed, or do I take the three hours I grabbed at the party and call that a night's sleep? Today is the last day of my vacation. I would have liked to be a little more alert for it, but I guess I should have known better. Happy New Year, all. May this one treat you better. Last 5 entries: Come drink for V'ger! - 2008-08-19 It twitched! It's still alive! - 2008-08-15 Drag photos are like a real update. - 2008-04-04 The Youtube fairy told me I was a real boy. - 2008-03-13 A strange interlude. - 2008-01-01 |
