Sangria = Insomnia

It's 5:21 in the morning on a Sunday and I can't sleep.

This usually happens when I've been mixing, and last night was a doozy. Started with homemade sangria and progressed to god knows what else. Plus, there was that cigar. So I'm up.

1000 thanks to Kevin for showing up to the apartment after more than 18 months of borough snobbery. Hope you made it home in one piece, bud.

J arranged our books and DVDs by color. She says it's the feng shui way. It's incredible, really, but it works. I feel better about this room. It's too dark to see anything right now, but knowing there's a cascading spectrum of belongings on the shelf over there is nice. Maybe I'll try arranging them in ROYGBIV tomorrow so the colors will flow organically. Or maybe it's 5:21 in the morning and I'm tripping myself out.