I told Inna once that I couldn't fall asleep unless "Three's Company" was on. Unfortunately, that never creeps around until the second hour of the new day. Just what is so damn calming about Jack Tripper's foibles, I don't know. But I've always been greatly attracted to the mindless.I tried to get to sleep hours ago, with fond hopes to energize for what promises/threatens to be a very full day tomorrow. And then, lying on my back staring at the ceiling fan, I thought, "Fock it" and just crept towards the computer. Don't blog, don't blog, I told myself, trying to spare online media storage of another prattling entry, full of nothing. I did well by working on some Bar stuff. But then... all closure in my life, whether they be experiences or just the day, finds itself in writing.
We were at Cafe Tartine tonight, which I was so pleased with. There were four diners in the entire restaurant, and we had the whole front room to ourselves. It was so French, right down to the perfect portions and Coq au Vin on the menu. I passed up wine at that meal, just to come home and find that another couple of bottles had opened here as well. I passed up that round, too.
Off to bed sans vin. Somehow I began thinking about the past again, and the idea that nothing could or should matter as much, as it did back then.
Now how vague is that? So you see what I mean about avoiding late-night blogging...
But, good news: "Three's Company" is on. Bonne nuit.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 1:59 AM
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