Born to run
This morning/last night I walked home to bed as the sun rose. This is what sometimes happens when I hang out with Brooke and company, especially when we make our own private dance party in her brand-new house (yes, "house"! in Brooklyn!). It hadn't dawned on me that I was up late enough for that. This is why Donald says he brings sunglasses to his bartending job, because he's never sure whether he'll need them or not when he leaves his shift.
I got home at 5:45 a.m., ate a hard-boiled easter egg, went to bed at 6:30, got up at 11:30 with that kind of hangover you get from lack of sleep, then ran the 3.35-mile Prospect Park roadway, which I had never done before, especially not after only five hours of sleep.
Treat your body right!! ARRRRRRR!!