Oy, the snot. How it hangs here in the library where I try to remember that I'm a human being and not just a big, throbbing head.

Sorry to hear everyone's all snottified, and about the existentialist maladies. How I managed to wake up all brighteyed and bushytailed this am is a mystery of Philadelphia Project proportions.

Last night was fun, though! To be serenaded by a gentleman on the L Train platform at 2 am will remain a cherished memory for quite some time.