Fever tweet #1: The gay guy upstairs woke up at 6:45 am this morning and put on Alicia Keys‘ Empire State of Mind, and loud enough to share it. Not a straight-guy tune. Fever Tweet #2: “Straight guys, in fact, don’t play loudish music at 6:45 am period. Something in their genes. Go figure. ‘New YAWK…New YAW-HAW-HAWWWK!'” A guy wrote in and said that Empire State of Mind is “not a gay song.” Fever tweet #3: “But it’s from Sex and the City 2. In any case I choose to regard it as such.”

I woke up at 2:30 am with a funny polluted feeling. Then I couldn’t get up when the alarm rang at 6:45 am. Then I went out to the living toom and tried to write a couple things, and couln’t. I collapsed on the couch around 8 am, and I just woke up from a three-hour nap. It’s a real struggle to sit at the glass desk and tap this out, lemme tell ya. Another nap awaits. Liquids, liquids, liquids. Whenever this happens my muscles ache and ache, and then I start sweating it out after 36 hours or so, and then I’m fine.