Iggh.

So, Monday night I didn’t go to bed. Well, I went to bed but I didn’t fall asleep. I read most of a photography book. And then I thought that maybe I could be a pretty good photographer after all.

And then last night I fell asleep more or less the second I got home. I didn’t even wake up when a Greyhound terminal in Pennsylvania called my house to say that they’d found my luggage. It was a wrong number, I haven’t been on a Greyhound bus in a few years. But then my roommate got home at midnight and that woke me up. And I couldn’t go back to sleep until about 4. And then my alarm started going off at 6:30. Yay.

Today’s going well though, if a little sluggishly. But at 3 I’m going to see Foxy MT Anderson read. (see below)