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24th January, 2008. 9:42 pm. Y'know, I'd give you everything I've got for a little piece of mind.

Yep, still tired. Last night found me in lower Manhattan once again for a haircut at Astor Place. I generally let my hair grow a bit during the winter, to protect my already dangerously unbalanced brain, but it's been getting a little unruly, so off it went.

I walked around downtown for a little while, past the old Tower Records, then over to the west side and down Bleecker a ways, but it was too cold for true wandering (and I wasn't bundled up as well as I should have been), so I headed to Cafe Vivaldi, a comfortable little piano bar on Jones Street. I sat at the bar and ordered a Corsendonk while Tatiana Moroz, the singer/songwriter I'd gone to see, flitted back and forth preparing for her set, and I finished it and another as she poured forth her song. Tatiana's got a powerful voice, and a lyrical style that elicited a few grins from me ("warm your biscuits in my oven," indeed!). Um, yes, she's blonde, too. I felt like an outsider there, where it seemed that just about everyone knew everyone else, or at least Tatiana (except for Darya, the new bartender), but that didn't stop me from enjoying the music.

Still being incredibly exhausted, though, I took my leave about halfway through the set and made my way back to the 9th Street PATH station, where a guy with an extreme case of Tourette's was apparently deep in conversation with himself. On the Hoboken train, I stood holding on to a pole flanked by two Jewish girls chatting about breast lifts and settling down by the time they reach 30. Hard not to crack a grin or make a remark under such circumstances, but I managed.

OK, I need to get some rest. Started getting a cough this afternoon, and the last thing I need is for that to turn into a cold...

Current mood: exhausted.
Current music: "Supernaut" by Black Sabbath.

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