Thinking about what I am thinking about. Today was long and solitary. I love the Unisphere. To some contemplators it might look like a bulbous wad of cheap steel, but it sparks my imagination.
I am too tired to tell today’s concocted fantastical ‘sphere story, too tired from no sleep last night and an unexpeccted round of making random girls laugh and laugh and laugh with my dirty jokes.
My eyes are red and my wits are dead.
