I went to Teddy Wayne’s party for Kapitoil at McNally-Jackson last night (where I bugged the counter guys to carry my book, which they seemed to be sincere about doing, so if you do not have a copy yet maybe check there next week?) and it was packed, which was awesome, but not surprising, because he is a hometown hero, born and raised. Also the book is fantastic.
I’m TIRED. Couldn’t fall asleep till post-1 AM, and got up around 6:30 AM. I did everything right yesterday, physically, but I’m in another new bed (this time at Alina Simone’s house. Alina, wise, talented, pretty Alina, is the last new friend I made for 2010. I’m full up. Don’t even bother trying to get in there) in this amazing, glass-walled room high up in the air over Brooklyn. I swear to you as I was typing this CANADIAN GEESE FLEW RIGHT BY MY HEAD. There are plants dangling everywhere, and framed photographs on the wall of what I am assuming is Russia, and I can see Brooklyn and Manhattan right in front of me.
Now this is a room.
Just not a room I slept in very much last night.
I am plotting a giant nap for Sunday at Julie’s house. I went to meet the famous cat I will be taking care of last night, and I saw this really nice couch there that looked like it might be perfect for a nap. Sunday afternoon I have a date with sleep destiny.
