sleepless in long island
Why won't they let me sleep? I did sleep - somewhat fitfully - for about two hours and I dreamed of chaos and destruction. Woke up singing The Smiths' Panic. There's an omen for you. It's gonna be a long, bumpy ride. I suspect many of us are taking this ride with bags under our eyes, tongues that feel like sweaters and numb asses. Or that could just be me.