nighttime is the right time.

it's one of THOSE nights. i don't want to hear a single song made after 1950. not a single one [unless, of course, it's my idol ray charles robinson]. it's one of those jazz and a glass of wine-type nights. maybe it's my inner septuagenarian sticking an orthopedic shoe-clad foot in the door, relishing my newfound maturity and responsibility. yeah, i imagine working a big girl job [or two] can do that to a chick. at any rate, it's one of those nights. i'm exhausted.

it's okay, though. my exhaustion comes at a minimum rate of ten dollars per hour.