4AM.
A big concert -- I had no idea how to do one of those , but I was glad someone did . And now that I thought of it , I was damned proud that they were using the Xnet to do it . # The next day I was a zombie . Ange and I had chatted -- flirted -- until 4AM . Lucky for me , it was a Saturday and I was able to sleep in , but between the hangover and the sleep-dep , I could barely put two thoughts together . By lunchtime , I managed to get up and get my ass out onto the streets . I staggered down toward the Turk 's to buy my coffee -- these days , if I was alone , I always bought my coffee there , like the Turk and I were part of a secret club .