how do you spell e-x-h-a-u-s-t-i-o-n?

ever been so tired everything you eat tastes a little like unpastuerized cheese? me neither. until today. i woke predawn, jetlagged still, and decided, among my breakfast to have some cheese i bought the other day and it's made everything today—fruit-flavored mentos included!—taste vaguely sour milky.

which is: unpleasant.

how i long for a piece of mouthwatering gator gum in all its neon glory.

had this whole long story to blather on about about some syrian dude whose mother i was nice to in the moscow airport (her suitcase was dripping olive juice) who then told me he knows nobody in nyc and wants to apply to residencies here and could i give him my number or email address and i did even though i don't give my number out typically but it seemed so american-suspicious-of-feriners of me not to. so i did. sorta like when you give someone a handjob because you feel bad that you've said you don't want to have intercourse. wait. did i write that? did that happen or did it only happen in a crap chicklit joint?

and then i got home and texted with my albanian friend. after having read how albanian (or is it bulgarian) gangs control the sex trafficking industry (a harrowing article you can read here), and got suspicious of his benz all over again. til a few weeks ago, i thought i was the trusting sort.

alls i want for xmas is to sleep 12 hours straight. invariably when i go to sleep i wake up precisely 7.5 hours later and it's not enough. ya hear!?!?