I suppose since I haven't made it in New York, whether I can make it elsewhere is indeterminate. (Just kidding, just kidding. There will be time enough for defending our new borough's honor.)
I am a bad blogger. I know it, and you (and this a rhetorical "you," naturally) know it.
In other news, you know you've really arrived when the mail carrier comments on your weight loss. "What do you eat now? Just vegetables?"
By the way, anybody got a good bike to sell me?
If I can manage not to slit my wrists (where is the fucking SUN?), I will mark today down as a good day.
