I'm still recuping from mine and beyond tired, but I can't even really go with the "we lost an hour" excuse. Especially not when A. and I rolled into bed at 4:30 am after a Saturday hangout, attended a writing group meeting (in the best apartment ever no less) on Sunday afternoon and then spent the rest of the day karaoking 'til midnight. So I don't care that I was fighting to stay awake all afternoon and then drifted off as my D train sped me back home to the Bronx. It's just the result of a well-deserved damn good weekend and I'll gladly take sleepy Mondays for another one like it.
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