On the good days when you look down into the glass, you just want time to stand still. Ivy turned out to be, much to my surprise an attentive waitress. The rye IPA from dock st. was very good, and the pizza was good. My stories and social skills are dropping below the 100 IQ score, and I can tell I'm not quite up to par, but you know I started out strong today, and just ended up petering to a sorta stall. My eyes will be x's before my head hits the pillow.
no plans, good sleeping weather. good night. cheers. d.
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