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December 1st 2017 WT-fuckity-F?! CLOSE TO TWELVE HOURS OF SLEEP?! Whoa! So, it looks like jetlag got the last laugh after all. Nicely played, jetlag, if that is your real name.
We awaken, stretch like kewpie dolls and peel our battered and fried bones off the floor level not-quite-a-Temperpedic-actually-better-then-a-Temperpedic mattress and celebrate the half-a-day. Coffee percolates in a Spanish percola
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