ennui

A day that started with the yuppie looking at the condo across the street asking me about the hood, let to assorted radio station-ing, hanging out at the West Side Market, coffeeshop and other kinds of slacking of the good kind. And now after all that I have a sore throat (apologies to those with whom I've shared the fruit of the market), I'm out of it and not much fun, with a serious case of the writer's block and a sinkful of dishes needing to be washed, but fatigue makes cowards of us all, so to sleep perchance to dream it is...