Okay, I’m off to a 3-day meeting in Florida, where I will have no internet access. How will I survive, you ask? With much difficulty. And gin.
I was actually kicked off a treadmill at the 34 minute mark by some guy who said he hated “to be that guy.”
What the hell, man? Who does that?
I’ve been making iced café Americanos with the espresso machine at work. All in an (utterly misguided, as it turns out) attempt to cut down on the caffeine. Oh, sweet, delicious caffeine. Still, I’ve cut down to two double shots a day, plus whatever instant coffee granules I use as a condiment on whatever.
The internet had me answer a few questions, and now it has recommended what it deems to be the perfect bra for me!
Somehow, I always thought my dream bra would far less itchy and rubbery. Do not want.
If ever anyone wanted to see me in a three piece suit, today would be the day. The Summer Garden at Rockefeller Center. Early evening. Feel free to point and laugh.