as i laid my head on my pillow last night, there was something wrong. it was quiet. TOO quiet. no dull thump of punk rock bass vibrating under me. no drunken screams. no brawling.
what is this thing called sleep? did i really just get seven completely uninterrupted hours? i honestly can't remember the last time i managed that.
last night after work i walked to union square and it was warm and beautiful and a metalhead totally smashed himself up on his skateboard and couples kissed and all was right with the world. and then i did yoga at jivamukti and ate my favorite salad ever at the gray dog cafe and then i called my grandparents and told them i loved them and then i went to sleep.
it was weird.
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