Everything Is Coming To A Grinding Halt

My loyal readers can expect to waste more time than usual this week on this blog as I won't be drinking, or really doing much of anything until after the marathon. I'm going into the monk's cell or at least my version of it. The most exciting place I'm gonna hit in the days to come is the tea lounge or maybe the Starbucks on 7th Avenue. Lively! They have much better couches.

It's not that my life is dusk to dawn nightclubs, far from it, but I need to sleep this week and alcohol makes it harder for me to sleep well, so no drinking for a few days. Instead I'm going to suck down a couple of books I'm in the middle of and maybe one I haven't started, check out the comic book exhibit at the Jewish Museum, and maybe even see a movie, though it seems like the theaters are full of nothing but dreck the last few months. Are there any good movies to be seen? A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints looks the most promising.

Either way between the monks cell and the fact that work is s-l-o-w, I should have plenty of time to kill this week.