Email came back up around 4:30 p.m. for me, so I managed to cram about 8 hours of work into 2, which makes me wonder why I can't seem to manage that feat on a daily basis. But then I think, you know, I do seriously bust my ass, so I'm thinking I probably cram about 40 hours of work into 10!
Now I must hand-deliver 10 tins of instant coffee to a Food Stylist at Chelsea Piers, so he can be inspired and prepared for a product shoot tomorrow. It's 84, so I won't die on the way there, but I might die on the way home.
In my downtime today, I was able to rip some more CDs onto my iPod. It's been awhile. I can't wait to listen to them on my way to the pier.
"What about love? Don't you want someone to care about youuuuuu?"
Ear-splitting volume in the Riviera, eh, Steve? Remember?
PS - Some of you have not reported back re: The Luscious Challenge. It's for a PRIZE! That YOU get to choose! Get it together! This means you, MEGHAN.
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