I Had A Nap, So...

...you know, I'll be fine.

• left the agency at 11:15 last night. Took a cab to Union Square, where I waited forever for an L train that I couldn't get on. Waited ANOTHER eternity for an L train, got on, and then the train, which was PACKED for 12:17 a.m. on a weeknight, sat in the station for 20 minutes.
  

• got home, showered, and climbed into bed at about 1 a.m. Unfortunately, this is when two very drunk men and one very drunk woman decided to take up residence beneath my window and proceed to scream, laugh, and open and close car doors for about an hour.

• They finally left, but shortly after my roommate came home and the cat started crying.

• Why is it that when you actually have an important reason to get up early, you CAN NEVER SLEEP THE NIGHT BEFORE? I'll tell you why: because your stupid ass had a french press coffee at 6 p.m. and though your body was COMPLETELY exhausted, your mind was fully awake.
  

• Passed out sometime between 3:45 a.m. and 4 a.m., laying across my bed because...well, I don't know why. Woke up at 6 a.m.
  

• Last night around 8:30 p.m., Martin the Mailroom Guy suggested we get married through a mouthfull of pepperoni pizza. I offered him Oreos instead.

• I have to do this all over again tomorrow.
  

• I'm blaming this on exhaustion, but I actually AGREED to loan my iPod to the breakout room we "built" specifically for this meeting. I also created a Playlist of songs I felt would best suit the occasion. It will be down there all day playing "wallpaper" music. I wonder how many times I'll go down to check it is still there? (I have been told that IF my iPod is stolen, it will be replaced by an iPod Photo, which I have heard is an excellent place in which to store naked pictures.)

• Amazingly, I still have not had any refined sugar. Day three. I wonder when my brain will explode?