Please don't drop me home

I’m going to get a bagel in the morning. How cool is that?

I’m listening to the Morrissey concert from Hyde Park. It’s 1:43 am and I’m listening to the recording of it from earlier. I only heard a minute of the live feed before I had to go to Queens for a nice 4th of BBQ. It was cool there. I learned that the ribs I had were made with a glaze that included lemonade mix. Strange.
I feel ok here. I think I could do it. What is money for anyway?
I already have more here that at home, why return? Well, I did pay for the ticket roundtrip. Does it even matter?
I think tomorrow (well, today) I want to eat sushi, record shop, and go to Coney Island. I want to walk across the boardwalk. I don’t really have a reason, other than I saw it in the moving pictures.
I’ll keep it short, I’m tired and I want to go to bed. I only wish someone would sing me to sleep.