It's Saturday night, and after this week's hearty dose of sleep deprivation, and yesterday's overconsumption of distilled spirits, I am taking a breather from the nightlife for at least 36 hours.
I can hear the bars on Franklin getting out for the night- last call is always like the 3pm bell sounding at a middle school. Hoardes of hyperactives released all at once, and I could set my watch to the drunken bellowing that rings through the neighborhood at 1:47am. But despite the nightly racket, I very much appreciate being within sauntering, then stumbling, distance of some quaint little drinking holes.
Alright, I'm folding these bones onto themselves, and getting under rumpled covers at last. After three days, I'm finally ready to sleep.
2 comments:
Nicely written Blog! ;-)
goodness, it's a bloggie-poo. I'm glad you're doin' this, 'cause you write funny shit. high-5!
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