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Well, it’s about twenty to five in morning and I’ve been working all night:-(
On the plus side, I can now hear birdsong outside my window–the combination of sleepless night, birdsong and that particularly lovely smell of summer you get in the city combine to make me feel like a student on a hot new York summer night in 1985 when I’ve spent the whole night slumming around cbgb or the mud club and have come uptown in time for breakfast…
Major Jonathan Richman stuff;-)