How quickly days pass, and I haven't written for so long. And then as I was about to leave the you tube evening on Stanton, I was overcome with such a nausea that I crashed on the couch and came home today, all brunched out, and consequently passed out for the remainder of the day. My head is fuzzy, my limbs feverish, and I refuse to think it will not pass, because this is not the week for being sick.
In conclusion, there will be no wise words of Manhattan Madness tonight, no intricate analyses of what transpired in the streaming sunlight of the Central Park walk-and-talk yesterday. Hopefully, they will come tomorrow, as the fever dissipates and vocabulary and sentence structure reenter my mind. Thank god it's Sunday, and laying around in one's sweatpants is exactly what the day was designed for.
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