Sunday, March 10, 2013

Saving Daylight, Burning Midnight Oil

Still a little buzzed after our night out (what made me think I could drink Cruzan straight?) I lie in bed and watch TV. The cab from the bar took us forever to get back to Brooklyn, though thankfully we didn't have to fight with the cabbie to take us over the bridge. 

I look up at the TV, and the clock on the cable box turns from 1:59 to 3:00 AM. 

"Oh, fuck this," I say, hit the off switch, roll over and turn off the light.

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