this week i

submitted a september invoice, beltway traffic toward baltimore airport, fifty minutes airborne, high speed chase through tunnels under the charles river.  huseyin worked till last call at harvard library, found me eating at the kitchen table, a worth-the-trip moment of mental processing, stage-whisper "what the fuck."  episode of the recoupling ibizan chavs before inflating the airbed, then one full birthday.  you know what i mean?