everything begins and ends at the exactly right time and place

Battling insomnia? Try a viewing of "Picnic at Hanging Rock" on for size. Even the credits are slow.

I awoke halfway through the movie last night and realized that it was merely 9:30 PM. This, of course, led me to popping two Tylenol PM at 12:30 AM just to get some sleep. This, of course, led me to nodding off like Charlie-Pace-circa-Season-One on the train while simultaneously listening to bad (read: amazing) Foreginer songs on the ol' iPod. This, of course, will allow me to rationalize how I should skip the gym tonight, but no, I shouldn't. Skipped my favorite class last week while on an impromptu field trip to Staten Island and haven't resurfaced in the interim. I think that has something to do with going out all the damn time now.

And so tomorrow begins the Summer of Chillax. As a friend told me earlier, "You can go ahead and have fun, but it's not the Summer of 'Fuck It'." Um, you are right, sir!

Oh, also: Bloomberg officially relinquishes title of fake Republican.