The April fool

It`s currently 10:30am. Not really an interesting fact in and of itself. Ten thirty, is, 10:30. It`s just a time. But, when you`ve been up since 9:00am the day before, ten thirty begins to take on new dimensions of, well, fatigue. I`m not going to have much period for napping - actually, non at all... that is, except for a period about 1 hour ago, when I feel asleep on the subaway, jumping to an alert state when I thought I was about to miss my stop. A couple hours from now, I`m off to catch a flight, but to my surprise, it appears the flight is booked. So, I`m not sure, I`m going to walk around for several hours, head back to my dilabidated vitorianish hotel, take a shower, and then catch a shuttle to the airport.