what’s wrong with me?
it’s 3:30 a.m and i’m tired.
i’m not supposed to get tired until 5 a.m. 3:30?
what sort of woosie would i be going to sleep at3:30 a.m?
so early.
could i actually go to sleep before 4 a.m?
is that done?
oh, i don’t think so.
a friend of mine once invited me to go skating in central park at 9 a.m.
no, i don’t think so. you can’t fool me. there is no such thing as 9a.m. i’ve heard tell of this mythical time, but i know that it doesn’t exist.
it’s like atlantis or the loch ness monster or wyoming. purely mythical things that really could never actually exist.
but it’s 3:40 a.m and i’m tired and dismayed at my woosiness.
maybe i’ll go take a bath in guarana and then put ice-cubes in my underpants. that might wake me up.
you know what’s tasty? tofu and scallions wrapped in very thin rice noodles and dipped in a cilantro-chilli sauce.
oh that was good.
i genuinely pity vegans who don’t live in lower manhattan. this is vegan paradise. there are so many amazing places to eat here (including of course the wonderful and delightful teany).
ethiopian food and indian food and macrobiotic food and japanese food and buddhist chinese food and tibetan food and punk rock vegan food and mexican food and so on and so on.
i mainly eat at teany, but when i venture out and eat elsewhere i’m always amazed at how many vegan or vegan friendly places there are in lower manhattan.
goodnight i’m a tired woosie.
moby