How the hell did it get to be monday again?

While this weekend was chop full of many things, sleep wasn't one of them and so I begin this week as tired as I ended the last and can therefore only think in bullet-point:

• Never, ever drink sparks on an empty stomach and follow it up with pint after pint of stella. It leads to some gastric pyrotechnics worthy of a laser light show, and vows to never ever drink again.
• Coney Island is a much different place on a cold and rainy Saturday in October than on a warm and sunny Saturday in July.
• The place to eat in Coney Island is not Nathan's, but Garguilo's. Not only do the all-male wait staff wear monkey suits at this old school Italian-American joint, but Paulie Walnuts might be sitting two tables away from you, like he was from me and the entire, extended Levine family, (sans Grandma and a Chi-town twin). The man looks exactly like he does on television. Complete with pinky ring.
• People who collect fiesta ware are strange. People who make documentaries about people who collect fiesta ware kick ass.
• When making batter for doughnuts, quadruple the amount of chocolate you use. Otherwise people will keep asking you if your doughnuts are whole-wheat.
• The J-E-T-S are 3-0. Way to go Gang Green. Way to Go!
• Why do they play playoff games in the middle of the day in the middle of the week? Can anyone explain this to me? And do our boys in pinstripes have a shot at all this year?
• Will I ever get a decent night's sleep?