Saturday, February 09, 2002
Awake
I can’t sleep. It’s half a matter of stomach problems, but the upshot is that I’ve basically screwed up my sleep schedule big time. A straight week of working until 4 a.m. every night will do that to you.
On the other hand, it’s good to be home. There’s a huge difference between not being able to sleep but with a comfy bed nearby and being stuck in an office with nothing but carpet nearby if you collapse. Also, looks like the TiVo recorded The Music Man on AMC, so things don’t look so bleak anymore!
Every Thursday I try to eat at a new restaurant, though this may have to stop very soon. For now the tradition continues. Last night the usual suspects gathered at Bizarro Italian Cafe, a kitschy but appealing eatery in Wallingford, and I can say that this week’s pick is a definite recommendation. The food was up to expectations, and they served tasty bread from Macrina too (swoon). I had the Chicken & Prosciutto, v. heavy on parsley. Yum!
Brain’s stopped working, so unless I think of something actually interesting to write, I’m going to call it a night.