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November 8, 2015

It's almost 3:00 a.m. and I'm wasted on pretzels and Fritos and a contact high from a variety of sources, including but not limited to laughter so hard it jarred my pancreas loose and almost made me pee in my paisley jumpsuit in two restaurants and in the groovy comfort of my brother's apartment on the other side of Central Park.  I could fall asleep with my head on a pile of Cards of Humanity discards, to awaken with Chex Mix imprints on my cheek.  Fortunately my nephew's adorable/gorgeous/filthy/hilarious/generous girlfriend hooks me up with Uber.

I am grateful for Kara.