So I got home last night from our last event more than a little drunk. Somehow I got drunk enough that I couldn’t a) charge my phone, b) turn on my computer or c) make it to my bed.
Anyway, having failed in my promise to write at least a sentence every day, here’s two:
#1: I just got home from Boston, I’m crazy tired and now apparently I’m heading out to the Tribecca Film Festival to go clinky clinky with some fancy people.
#2: I just looked at myself in the mirror and I am the furthest thing from fancy.