• 8:30 Wake up slightly hungover from drinking what may have been my weight in wine
• 9:30 Bike to work 
• 9:45 Almost die at the fucking Queensboro bridge
• 10:00-noon Cry about vacuuming and do some scrubbing that maintenance never got to
• 2:30 Use my hour break to go to the Bronx and have a conference with a teacher re a student’s conduct
• 3:30 Go back to work.
• 7:00 Bike down to SoHo aka flirt with my mortality on 2nd ave
• 7:30-11 Babysit. Watch Law and Order. Eat my weight in cookies and sushi. Cuddle with dogs.

My subletter is coming in tomorrow aka I have to clean. Despite having eaten every single cookie imaginable (god I love rich people and their invitation for me to eat whatever snacks and cookies they have) I’m now gonna crack open a beer and try to tackle the disaster that is my apartment. But no lie, I’m kinda feeling like superman.

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