“If you change your mind, I’ll be up for hours.”
“Mmm… Too late, I’ve already taken the sleeping pills”
“Ah, so you’re having your very own Karen Carpenter moment.”
“Truly. Okay, so I’m gonna go wash my face and lay down…”
“Damn it.”
“What?”
“Now I think I have to go listen to my Carpenter’s CD.”

After I hung up the phone with Ari, I lowered all the blinds (to preempt any morning sun), washed my face and crawled into bed. I was in dire need of a real sleep.

I woke up this morning, some 12 hours later, a little disoriented and foggy. But once the haze wore off, crazy ambition took over. The laundry is sorted and ready to go. The bathroom is clean and Sir Halitosis, rid of his razor sharp claws. He’s laying in the corner sulking, and I have the sense he’s hatching some evil kitten plot to hide the claw trimmers. My furniture, on the other hand, let out a sigh of relief.

Now it’s off to the Laundromat. And the park for some freckling. And Barnes & Noble for a new read.

And then maybe to Blockbuster to rent the Karen Carpenter Story.