I can barely keep my eyes open. Woke up later than normal (due to working late last night), picked up Zoetica, took her to my favorite secluded park, where we did that voodoo we do so well, then celebrated with brunch at Roscoe’s.
Which has damn near put me in a coma. It’s as if all that swallowed food has soaked up my digestive juices, and now just sits there, a bloated mass of chicken, waffles, butter, syrup, cornbread, lemonade and orange juice.
I can feel all power being re-routed to the stomach, to combat this dreadful -Itis. Must sleep….
