I'm Home

My apartment is a mess and its too cold to ride a bike... I stew in exhaustion and bad posture. Cameraman is in Texas shooting a film ... I just joined a gym, had a million emails to slog through and can't seem to move my molasses body. Need a bunch of massages, lots of time, and have five grant proposals due on Monday! Will hole up at the exotic New York Public Library and try not to get distracted this weekend and churn out the brilliance.

Avishai and Shari received a very important grant this week, I'm so happy. We're celebrating tomorrow with my little baby - can't wait to see him.

November the lovely is wandering in from Berlin this weekend, so I suspect Saturday night will be a big girly party -- that should be awesome.

I hope to have the time and sanity to get all of my work done and stay in good spirits....

Please lord, don't let the airports, piles of mail, buckets of receipts, and dragging toes get me down.

I can't even drown my sorrows in a vat of macaroni and cheese because that coping mechanism is what hurtled me to the gym. So now I'll be starting through sweat stained windows down 8th avenue while every gay in Chelsea pounds out the day's earnings and fantasizes about the night's conquests.