The city was a ghost today. Even the Medical Center was eerily quiet, and everyone I saw seemed to be doing their best just to laze along. I went salsa dancing last night, but the event was about as exciting as a damp rag. And while yes, this is the city that doesn't sleep, it is apparently also the city that refuses to get off the couch following an overdose of tryptophan. So, take that, Friday.
Overheard on the way home, outside a movie theater: "That movie was great, even though it wasn't like the thing it was...even without being the thing it was. You know? And really both could have been good." Well, I didn't even see the movie, but I mean, YES. There's no way a statement like that can't be true.
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