July 5th, 2008.
Last night's festivities have rendered me in a state of waking sleep. My eyes open, my faculties alert, I've been to Manhattan and back, achieved a sufficient number of tasks for a Saturday, and yet... I don't feel like I've actually woken up yet. It feels like there's a glaze over my eyes, like the membrane a crocodile uses to protect his eyes when he goes underwater. And all I can think about is sleeping again.
It's almost 8 pm, and I just finished an eggplant parm sub from Peppino's. Impressive for someone who's not even awake yet.
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