MISS ME? GET USED TO IT.
It's not that I'm still hungover from my birthday weekend (me, me, me, Gothamist!), and it's not that I'm dead.

But this week has been crazed at work, and I've been spending my evenings drinking proofing the galleys of the soon-to-be-classic novel Trust Fund Boys, so this blog has been lifeless... thus violating another Gothamist rule, come to think of it.

Oh well.

And this weekend, I'm off to DC, so you won't be reading new, exciting adventures of my life until Monday, at the earliest. When I return, though, it will be with vivid memories of the hour or so I'll be spending with the Boi From Troy.

Now that should keep you on the edge of your seats for a few days. Ciao!