Today was a stinker. I walked along West Broadway, gasping for air. Where is the Ativan? Oh right, bottom of purse. Maybe should just have scotch, or both. I had a Sprite for my stress. There was lots of unexpected work, but also one lovely reunion with family and meeting a fun fellowgingieprofessional.
The good part of the day: Madame X is back. Peace restored. I can go back to my mild FB stalking.