Night Moves.

I feel as if my work week is relatively un-blog worthy. It is just wake up, watch or read something over coffee and a reasonably healthy breakfast, and then work.

And then sometimes I go out, say, to the P-I, like I did last night, or to a house party where I was given fried chicken immediately upon entry, and got into a tickle/wresting match with a girl who never had a chance of winning.

Or home, like tonight, for a rain run (ruin).

And then sleep around 2-3am. So that's a day in the life of an alligator.

Special tomorrow may be:

spiced wagyu meatballs, carrot bbq sauce, emmer lavosh crackers, wild greens.