At exactly 9am, I receive an email from a West Coast-based coworker, who clearly scheduled it to be sent on Monday morning at East Coast start of day.

I fell in this shower this morning and it made me think about dying (off to a fun start today!).

It’s the home opener for the New York Metropolitans!

Michael, Henry, Josh, Kyle, Shelby, and I went to brunch in Chelsea and saw Cocaine Bear together.

I’ve been making this lunch at least once a week for months now. I am obsessed with it, I always think I’m going to get sick of it, but as soon as I take a bite, I’ve fallen back in love.

The morning was woozy.

At 6am, I woke up in the long sleeve Yellowstone shirt that I purchased on a trip nearly five years ago.

As the great writer and Real Housewife of New York City Carole Radziwill once said…

A man, an hour late to jury duty, says, “I’m producing a show right now, so I’m unavailable for the next two weeks.” I feel like he could have just said he had a work commitment.

I have been putting off going to the doctor.

I feel unclear on the extent to which I’m to supervise my super when he comes by to fix something for me.

I’m not much a bath person. I don’t take them often. But when I have the urge to sit in the tub, I just have to.

I haven’t eaten anything yet today, but I had coffee.

My parents came down to the city today.

I guess today is the day I start blogging? Do people blog anymore? No, right? What year is it?