no sleep in Brooklyn
Weekends like this remind me of why I became a faux extrovert to begin with: so much fun!
Thursday: called in "sick" to work (and I sorta was), went on run, washed laundry, met C (xx) for drinks, then off to see opening showing of Iron Man 2 with friend and his friends.
Friday: went to work (incredibly exhausted, thus believably sick), then dinner and Nerd Nite in DUMBO with friend
Saturday: sleep in!, urban gardening project, volunteering with City Harvest in Union Sq., run at the gym
Sunday: brunch with M (xy), kickball! (win one, lose one), drinks with C (xx of Thurs.), crash...
Whew! Good times. Got a lot done and had fun doing it.
Thursday: called in "sick" to work (and I sorta was), went on run, washed laundry, met C (xx) for drinks, then off to see opening showing of Iron Man 2 with friend and his friends.
Friday: went to work (incredibly exhausted, thus believably sick), then dinner and Nerd Nite in DUMBO with friend
Saturday: sleep in!, urban gardening project, volunteering with City Harvest in Union Sq., run at the gym
Sunday: brunch with M (xy), kickball! (win one, lose one), drinks with C (xx of Thurs.), crash...
Whew! Good times. Got a lot done and had fun doing it.