Monday, September 8, 2008


It is 8:30 a.m. Eastern time and I am in New York and tiiiiiired. My redeye went about as smoothly as those things can, aside from the kid sleeping next to me, who dug his elbows into my side pretty much the whole time. I have been in the office for more than an hour now, and the only reason I am still functioning is due to an everything bagel with avocado and the knowledge that I am leaving work at 2 for Stef's wedding luncheon.

Oh, also, all my clothes are wrinkled and I put on my makeup in the back of a cab. So if I see you today, and I look like the crumpled remnants of a business cocktail hour that went on way too long, I hope you will be kind.

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