In the words of that big gayboy, PINK,
“I’m not dead, just floating.”
As much as I love a rainy NYC, I’ve loved it a little too much and have been fighting a cold. So I’ve been in a bit of a haze the last forty-eight hours….
…And not the good kind of haze. ;)
More tomorrow. I’m off to lay next to my snoring bitch, Madonna.
