coors light and maraschino liqueur
It's possible that I've been sleeping so late in order to protect my brain from itself. To wit: woke up early this morning from one of those epic, psyche-scouring dreams whose details I have no desire to recount even on this exhibitionist weblog, going as they do to my neurotic heart. Several women were involved, and the Hopkins line "Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God," and even some Smiths songs; you get the idea. Anyway, after that I was pretty much stripped of all desire to live. There was nothing to do but go back to bed, which I did, woke up again at my usual late hour, felt fine. Here's another day to traverse.
