I was up late Sunday night watching (in this order) the Tony awards, the finale of "The Sopranos," and the premiere of "John From Cincinnati," AKA the "what the hell was that?" show. I didn't get to bed until after 2 AM, and didn't fall asleep for at least half an hour. Then this morning I had no hot water for my shower, so I made a half-hearted effort to soap and rinse without freezing myself to death. Instead of the cold water waking me up, I feel worse now than I did this morning.
I had planned to post my own "Sopranos" post-show analysis, but I can't form any original thoughts. All I want to do is go home and crash. I'd better have some hot water tomorrow, or I'll take my towel and my rubber ducky over to my landlord's apartment and use his shower.