Sunday, November 4, 2012

Year of writing 305. The Day after.

11/01/12

There's nothing like sleeping 2 hours to make taking care of kids impossible.  Our DJ set at Azu last night was pretty epic, we closed the joint down - but that meant I wasn't in bed til 3, wasn't asleep til 4.  You know that you're really tired when your eyes feel like sandpaper at 10 in the morning.  Oh well, at least I know I can take a nap when Miles does.  That is, unless the second I fall asleep, I get the neighbor knocking on the door asking if I've seen a small black and white dog.  "Yeah, man - while I was sleeping in my house, I saw it running around in my dreams."  That's what I said in my head anyway.

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