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Happy day after Valentine's Day!

I just took two Advil Liqui-Gels for a headache that's stomping across my eyebrows. I never take aspirin -- so this pill popping is a rare occasion. Liqui-Gels are pretty damn cool: Like Chewels gum.

Lazy Sunday. Slept in a smidge, and went to the Greeks for a Western plate. Gotta love the $3 brunch. Someone stole my Daily News off the stoop again, so I should finally cancel. Been doing some light work, watching Veronica Mars on the DVR, and just hanging out on the futon. The sun is setting, and the wind is picking up. Oh! I finished Neil Gaiman's "Anansi Boys" -- recommended.

Went to a Boris Karloff double feature at the Film Forum tonight. J. and her friend showed up for the second movie. Double features rock.

First day back to work up the Hudson after the ever-extending holiday -- transit strike plus holidays plus today's weird Monday holiday, and it's about time! Nice lunch run with M. and G., with a neat moment with M. over coffee. Once home, watched the Simpsons, House, and the new Rollergirls show. Also finished a great sf book.

Made my way into work slowly this morning, arriving in mid-afternoon. Awesome train ride home with M. -- so many fascinating holiday with the family stories... I'm lucky to have my Uno and Yahtzee! Also, got a "date" for New Year's, which'll make They Might Be Giants all that much more fun. Should be neat.

The transit strike was boring. Christmas in the Midwest was relaxing. Now the city is quiet, sleeping somewhere between the holidays and the transit strike. I like it when there aren't so many people here, I think. Something about big cities when they're slow. Like college towns during breaks.

Crush crush crush!

I don't stay up all night often. All night. From wake to wake without sleep. Tonight, I stayed up to prepare. To prepare paperwork, To lay the groundwork for attending a conference next week -- I'm in! And to get ready for a trip west tomorrow. Erm, today. When it hit 11, I thought why not 12? 1, why not 2? Thanks to distracting friends on the west coast, here I am -- at the time I planned to set my alarm for anyway, even had I gone to bed at 10 or 11 or 12 -- still up. Prepared. Packed. About to shower and get ready to go to the car, the airport, and the plane. It is on that plane that I shall seek sleep, 30,000 feet above the ground, above my kitchen counter -- where I stand -- and above my preparation. I will sleep across the time zones. Sleep. Sleep.