I'm trying really hard to remember to live and enjoy the 158 days that stand between me and NYC. It's hard, especially when the good NY fairy (I imagine she looks a little like Debbie Harry) sits on your shoulder and whispers "would that $5 be better spent in NYC?" or "is this night out worth one less night out in NYC". But then there are days, like today, when the world just goes a bit tits up, and and all you can do is grin and remember that soon the phone will stop ringing, the only coffee you'll be getting is your own, and all the crazy that is right now driving you nuts, will become a source of great amusement.
So today's one of those days, when I feel like I am, indeed, living for the city.
Stevie knows what I mean.
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