It's 12:50 a.m.
I'm thinking about all kinds of stuff... everything, except how to get my ass to sleep.
I've just realized that I should make a pilgrimmage to my favorite deli; oddly enough the site of my last lunch with my "work spouse" prior to his wedding day last month.
This has been the craziest, life-altering summer. I have no business blogging at all, because the emotional rollercoaster has made too many damn stops!
I'm still going halfway across town to the deli tomorrow.
Men are like busses; I'd SO rather have the pastrami sandwich.
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