November 23, 2009
There is something in Chinese salt, I'm told by a-very-reliable-source, that puts you to sleep. This information brought on an *aha* moment punctuated by intense drowsiness despite chocolate/caffiene/sugar injections. Even a rather absurd encounter with a very sleazy man-in-a-white-corolla who kept following us round and round F-11 has not detracted from my sleepy-ness. Whatever they put in them Chinese khaana, it be potent stuff. Good-night all. I have things to say, and stories to tell. But a sleepy story-teller is usually a lousy story-teller and nobody has the time to listen to lousy stories. Or they shouldn't at any rate.