sleep

Am tired--monumentally so-- even after spending hours and hours in thick, motionless sleep this weekend. Two friends set off to wander through Guatemalan villages and, fitting of their kind, quirky ways, called from airport to say that they had left the keys to their cool (style and temperature-wise) cavern of an apartment under the recycling bin...just for me.

So while most of city frolicked on Saturday afternoon, stuffed self silly with Alice Munroe stories before falling into sort of sleep associated with college--ravenous, fully-clothed, deep, on top of blankets, etc. When handsome man from upstairs knocked on the bars on front door, looking for a frisbee, couldn't pull self together sufficiently to issue coherent, let alone charming, greeting. Instead, stumbled around room, opening and closing drawers and cupboards and mumbling astonishment at obvious lack of sporting equipment. Handsome man would not be unjustified in suspecting drug use on part of girl in basement. Was fully clothed at least.