(pic taken in Soho shop window)
"Sleep comes like a drug in God's country" - U2
Finally. I slept last night, cradled in the arms of the gods. It was a Nyquil induced sleep, but it worked. I feel dopey this morning, so much so in fact that I'm listening to Joni Mitchell. A far cry from the old Captain and Tennille that I was listening to yesterday.... Love will sleep us together...
So, on we march until we have taken the capital. Next stop: Moscow
Yesterday an older post overtook a newer one as the most viewed post on this site. I have told all of you that I shouldn't look at these things, but I secretly do. It will bring me no good, I know this. But it makes me wonder. How does the internet work, and when will I get sued.
I was in Manchester on 9/11. One day I will tell the story in full and set the record straight, for posterity and to dispel any lingering conspiracy rumors. I was speaking with my wife about it this morning. We were there together in Manchester at the time. I was stranded there for about 10 days afterwards, thankfully. Brutish Airways lost my passport when I did finally try to travel home. They are perhaps in league with the DMV in NYC....
Look at that, I found a way to mention the top 3 most visited posts all in today's post.
I really should stop looking at the Stats page.
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