the last week seems to be one big blur, but it's all over now and i have four weeks to recover. the party on wednesday definitely left me in bad shape the day after. and friday we managed to leave work early and party til the wee hours of the night. which sounded like a good idea at the time, until i realized i had to wake up early the next morning to clean up my apartment because someone was going to look at it. and just when i thought i could nap afterward, i remembered that i was going to a mets game with my friends at 1pm. i figured i'd dragged them to enough yankees games this season, the least i could do was go see a mets game against their favorite philly team. i had enough time to wash off the sunscreen and sweat off of me before heading off to a rooftop party in the east village in the most amazing nyc apartment i've ever seen. but my fatigue and lack of sleep finally caught up with me around 2am when i called it a night.

and thus begins my four week hiatus.