In my Basement Room With a Needle and a Spoon
Late nights have become the norm and it's taking a toll on me. It all started with Dawn's 30th birthday celebration on Thursday night. The Class of '92 enjoyed a cocktail, a bottle of champagne and a fine meal then onward to the shoe shop for massive imbibing and the moneymaker shake. Off too Stage 9 for some Mellotone action, and finally home to bed. After my obligatory chill period. Sleep is so scarce and treasured right now. I am wiped. Friday night, working and then up until the wee hours unravelling the brain. Cuff the Duke was brilliant last night, I was so happy to see them in the flesh. We made the mistake (sorry guys) of heading to the Marquee for the torpedo....not worth the trip, but maybe just because our minds were elsewhere.
there is a certain kind of sunday that really makes me miss hell. but today i have a lot of work to do, so that's a thought for another time. i love the fall, but it is heavy. it seems too easy for loneliness to creep in.
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