Old Rockin' Chair Will Get Me

You know, deciding to re-read Brown's Requiem at one o'clock in the morning after having heavy discussions with your best friend about the state of the country, our beady-eyed simian prez, married men, becoming the Shirley Temple Black of crazy Arab newsgroups, original political sin, fate, honor among women, my so-called life, etc. is really not conducive to feeling peppy the next day. I'm old, dammit! I need a nap.