Tonight I woke up, assuming I was in Petersburg, and in my head, made plans to visit the graves of the Romanovs. I gained some small degree of consciousness, recognized the music I was listening to, and assumed I was in DC, and so made plans to visit the Hillwood Estate. Finally I opened my eyes, realized it was 10pm on Long Island, had a drink, wrote this, and am now going back to sleep.
Life is farce, my friends. Farce.
Life is farce, my friends. Farce.
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