Well, here I am, safely ensconced in my West Village micro-hotel and all I can think about is sleep. Am I really capable of sleeping through a steamy, sultry, summery Saturday night in downtown Manhattan? In the timeless words of Canada’s first Swedish President Peter Elliott Mansbridge: “Just watch me”.

<– very tired. just ignore him.

I must say, though, it was neat to fall asleep on the bus here:

…and then open my eyes what seemed like five minutes later to see this:

I tracked the whole bus route by GPS, but it seems the BlackBerry was taking occasional naps too and I don’t feel like surfing through XML right now to fix it.

OKAY. Tomorrow morning is: picking up Tri-X film, finding a good bagel, and checking out the High Line. Until then, goodnight!