I try to decide what to do now based on love, not fear

I have been awake for just over twenty hours now. I tried to nap for a couple of hours in the afternoon, but the cats felt it their sacred duty to intervene. The only reason I'm still conscious is that derspatchel and I just got back from the first half of the Harvard Film Archive's all-night international heist marathon, about which I will write tomorrow. I am a little sorry we didn't stay, because I would have liked to see the other movies and because all-nighters are something of a point of pride with me, but I am trying not to run my health into the ground any farther than it is already. Staying awake for the last three films would have kept us up over twenty-four hours. I'd managed two and a half hours of sleep by the time I got up this morning. I'd like to fall asleep before dawn at least once this week. So we left the HFA around two in the morning and walked home via Harvard and Porter; we rescued some mice or rats from the garbage can in which they were trapped and scurrying by dropping a branch inside to serve as a ladder (two of them climbed out as we watched, so we trusted the others would be all right) and bought slices of pepperoni pizza from Otto's right before they closed. The last time I can remember eating two o'clock pizza, I lived in New Haven. It was nice. Also I started my day with Sergio Leone's Once Upon a Time in the West (1968), so I have a lot to write about.