Here's hoping

my insatiable blog public was able to get some much deserved sleep this weekend. As for daylight savings, and I believe I announced this at nine-AM-but-it-feels-like-eight-AM yesterday: it can crawl up my ass and die. Also, Maggie Brown’s in Brooklyn is a really cute good restaurant but twice now I’ve sat in the same booth and twice it’s preceeded emotional fireworks. and not the good kind. the kind that snap at your feet and make you go running the other way into an oncoming car. or the kind that singe your eye. or the kind that scary teenagers play with in the park when you’re 3 or 4 and you’re both fascinated and scared except for the fascinated part. or maybe just arguments. regardless, I recommend the Tuna Nicoise salad followed by a round of going home alone or maybe a snifter of Not Talking About It or possibly just a stiff getting the fuck out of there.