I love sleep. I wake up smarter, happier, softer. It's right up there with hot showers.
Just read my friend Scott's post on homemade soup. I've had his soup. Fine stuff. I saw him once serve soup and bread to his scene partner, onstage. The fact that he'd made the soup and bread himself, made the work more Russian, more true.
Feels like a good day. Bird by bird, baby.
Have a fantastic holiday. Thank you god, for all our blessings. And for long weekends with room for extra sleep.
Saturday, July 03, 2004
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