La-de da-de- da- I am so tired but can't sleep and am punch drunk so I am wandering around saying "la-de da- de da-.Somehow it makes me feel better -somehow it makes me feel like Diane Keaton in her oversize vest, necktie and sloppy pants and floppy hat. La-de-da de da. Guess what? I am not wearing the above sloppy Diane Keaton costume. I am wearing my flour speckled jeans because in my exhausted despair I decided to make homemade spaghetti. Have you, dear reader, ever made home made spaghetti? Have you ever made homemade spaghetti without a machine, cutting the noodles with a dull knife by hand? I have! La-de da-de da. So here I am swanning around la-de da-ing ever so preppily pretending I’m just down from Harvard -la-de-da-de-da-,speaking carelessly in a fine drawl. It’s two a.m. outside my window is an eerie view of white snow, deserted road sinisterly gleaming with ice, and flower pots on my balcony wearing grotesques hats of six inch snow, but I am, with droopy eyes, queening around la-de-da-ing .Oh it's fun to be punch-drunk with sleeplessness! It's a surprising bonus of old age I did not expect! I always imagined and looked forward to long delicious sleep when I retired and became carefree. Little did I know about this new development. Instead of deliciously sleeping in my bed I can instead go swanning gracefully about la-de-da-ing.How exciting is that? Don’t ever believe old age is boring dear reader-.LA-DE-DA-DE-DA!
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