Visited M.'s cafe last night. There was a crowd of male tenants hanging out at the guards' station at the side of our house, and more walk-in customers than usual in the cafe, especially for a Sunday, on which I assume people go to bed early so that they can wake up to get to work on time the following day. The neighborhood seemed restless and unable to sleep. On nights like that I sit at a corner table and write in my TinTin notebook.

Went to bed again with Animation Domination.