Just, just

Just got home, and I feel the need to describe "day". I don't like the calendar or clockwise day, it doesn't fit seem to me. The new day starts when I wake up...the old day ends when I rest. I can't say "go to sleep" because I have insomnia and there are nights where the REM sleep never happens. So, since I carry such a fluid concept of day, I haven't cheated, so there.
Turns out I am becoming a regular at the Clubhouse (on Foothill in SLO), I like their bar--there tends to be live music, its fairly laid back, and (this is key) there isn't a huge bunch of kids around. And tonight a stranger told me I was beautiful.
In other news, Cayucos has some great antique malls and shops. I'll show off my find soon.
Good night folks, I be back tomorrow.