Not having to engage in a single conversation about why I would rather spend an entire evening in the worst bar on on Dirty Sixth than ever go to the Julian Assange/Edward Snowden event. Vomit.
DONE! Let the weekend begin.
Only one major work doc left to prep. Time for a homemade pot of coffee. I deserve it.
This weekend it’s cleaning and laundry and work (yes, more work, boo), but next weekend I have to get my butt to the Greenmarket and buy my herbs. And also begin the annual ramp watch.