catch phrases o’ the night that have to be preserved before they’re forgotten

on getting off the phone too soon and damned time zones and unexpected visitors –
the house is a mess and I ain’t got no booze
gotta get to the lick-er-store, then, ennit?

and other things that sting on the way down
can’t you just put my bird on your box?

sometimes jay is unimagined laughter and too much joy for words.
off to enjoy a shower and other blissful pre-sheet activities*

*that could be taken the wrong way, i suppose
exiting, stage left