2004-01-21 - 2:37 a.m.
Its nearly three o' clock in the morning.... I can hear music not too far away; somebody in the complex no doubt. It work Sharon up too, and we both went out at the same time. The bet is on as to which floor of which building it is coming from and as to who will arrive first: a pissed off resident or the super.
We stood outside for five minutes or so trying to ID the music; as near as we can figure it is some cheap early-90s dance mix, as I swear I heard Right Said Fred in there. Too sexy indeed, and now I will try to go to sleep.
(I really can't complain -how many times back in the day did I stay up blasting the stereo until the early morning?)
