Stupid. The amount of time it takes to boot up a computer, bring up the proper page, etc. inspiration is lost to the four winds. Gone like a cell of ash on the Wind.

Carolina and I sat around and drank wine hoping that Janos would find his way home. Carolina is a relatively new convert to Sex and the City and so my narrative was somewhat welcome to each archived episode we watched. I was hoping Janos would come home at some point as I find Janos on a couple of cocktails very entertaining and enlightening, but there was neither hide nor hair of Janos by around 1 Am, so I decided maybe I should go home.