While reading much history that you don’t find in most history books (Did you know that Jethro Tull covered a song written by King Henry VIII?), and something else about the debauchery of Montreal, not to mention (I don’t understand that phrase, not to mention, because the phrase is always followed by what it is that is not to be mentioned. But I used it anyway), all the work I’ve been doing at this late hour, I have been slowly reaching an asleep state. But I don’t want to sleep. I’m that child who fights sleep and bobs her head each time she feels it fall.
Remind me to put the trash out in the morning.