day destroys the night; night divides the day

the worst part of working 16 hours is seeing the shift that went home earlier that mourning come back to work at the end of your day. it's like they had a whole life while you were sitting there, editing tables on a computer.

gentle car ride home, up the upper east side then cut across central park. midnight is where the day begins...

now to assess how best to waste my long weekend...