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Made silly by yesterday's sunshine, I forgot one of the primary rules required to maintain sanity in this city: never go to Soho on a nice Saturday. "Oh, I'll just stop by American Apparel," I thought to myself after my haircut. Ha ha ha ha ha. People everywhere, swarming the sidewalks, stopping to chat with each other or with people at the other end of cell phones, brushing past me in store aisles. I managed to buy a T-shirt and get out of there without giving anyone the pointy elbow, which is, I think, quite commendable.
My dreams lately have been full of abandonment and righteous anger, and I've been waking up sleepy. My subconscious seems to have it in for me. It had better get its act together before my busy fall kicks into gear - trips to Vegas and London, two baby showers, new nephew, Neko Case live, U2 live. All parts of the brain, get on board.
My dreams lately have been full of abandonment and righteous anger, and I've been waking up sleepy. My subconscious seems to have it in for me. It had better get its act together before my busy fall kicks into gear - trips to Vegas and London, two baby showers, new nephew, Neko Case live, U2 live. All parts of the brain, get on board.