There's things to say but I'm so fucking sick it's beyond me. I scored many gifts from NYC. When I am well I will congratulate myself a bit more. I just ate my first meal of the day and it's 10 pm. I have slept 3 hours since yesterday and I'm so hopped up on speed (Daytime Tylenol Cold) I've grinded my molars down to kibble.

I drank 3 near beer tonight and hung around like a groupie for the chance to chat with Stroumboulopoulos. He is more than good denim. I think he should give me job. It's just good business, really.

I am hysterical. Who would like to slap me?