Not me, No Sir

Trying to give Spring a wonderful bachelorette party. Once again, I am a miserable failure.

Work is insane. Truly insane. I don't know how late I'll be here.

I need to do my taxes.

My hair

Get my dress altered

Figure out what to wear

And stuff like this makes me want to vomit. Oh, I feel soooooooooooooooo bad for all those CEOs losing money on productivity. Do what I do for ONE DAY and then talk to me about "not hitting the snooze button." Assholes.

I have a brilliant story from last night. Absloutely sublime. Just today tried to ruin everything. So it will have to wait. But needless to say, only in New York, man. Only in New York.