Think drink!
Last night, Tiff Tiff and I dined at the delish Asquew, then had cocktails at the Overlook, or the Oversight, or whatever the fuck the Metro is called now. Much fun catching up with her. Then I went home, fell asleep, and dreamt I was part of a co-op to which I didn’t contribute much, and for which I was much maligned by my cohabitants. It also somehow involved Christian Siriano from "Project Runway" for whatever reason. (P.S. I think he’ll win.)
Other than that, my workload has dramatically (and thankfully) decreased now that the training programs are over, and I can feel normal again; I submitted my annual bonus project goals four months in advance of their due date; and I’m starting to get ahold of my finances as I promised myself I would this year.
Ain’t it just motherfuckin’ cheery?
