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Hello insomnia my old friend...

At least I finished a few books in the last 36 hours:

46. Dispatches from the Edge: A Memoir of War, Disasters, and Survival, Anderson Cooper. Navel-gazing from my favorite reporter.


47. Right as Rain, George Pelecanos.


48. Hell to Pay, George Pelecanos.

In the Pelecanos books, I chuckled a bit to see the Quarry House make the occasional cameo appearance. I also smirked a bit at the offhand reference to the Royal Palace -- unnamed in the book, but unmistakable to anyone who knows the area -- although that's amusing for a totally different reason. (I'll take "literary references to dives I've been to and enjoyed" for $200 please, Alex.)

Okay, time to try (again) to get some sleep before the sun comes up enough that I have no hope of it at all.

Can't sleep, clowns will eat me.

Perhaps I shouldn't have gone to sleep. I ended up having a dream in which I was just about to defend a dissertation on the importance of the circus clown (you know, the type who come piling out of a RAV4 tiny little car under the big top) in American society. Buh? I almost wish I hadn't woken up, because I would dearly love to see what the hell my brain would come up with for that.

It looks to be a beautiful day, but going out in the car right now when rush hour is about to kick in would be a sign of the bad kind of masochism. Instead, I think I'll start on the clearing out my closet project and plan on going out tomorrow. I took the week off, I ought to do something fun that doesn't involve puttering around online or cleaning the house.

This? Exactly. I want a do-over for this summer, damnit.