How To Make A Great Weekend Even Better.

Get sick.

I woke up yesterday morning, throat on fire, achey and dizzy and gross.

So I spent seven hours on the couch watching Sex and the City episodes. Around nine o’clock last night, fueled on Neo Citran and green tea, I morphed completely into a neurotic Manhattan single woman. I craved Manolo Blahniks and fabulous outfits. It was really strange.

It’s still vestigially around now. Let’s see how that flies with E’s parents at dinner tonight.

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