this is a city for not sleeping

As I left my office tonight, after my sexy 14.5 hour day (not bad!), I walked out into Times Square, smack dab in the middle of a huge crowd gathered to watch Shakira do her thing on the MTV big screen. I have to say, it was a wonderful sight.

Then I took too long to get home (thank you L train), booked from Bedford Ave to my gorgeous apartment (well, I think so) with a smile on my face, cracked open a Magners and turned on the shower -- good and hot.

I tore through "Moonlight Mile" and Staind's version of the Beetlejuice song (Must. Update. Playlist), a capella'd a little "So Far Away" (why not?) dried off, worked a comb through my hair and moisturized while dancing to "Angel of Harlem" in the bathroom (I never said I was cool, just fantastic.)

It was a good day. It's a good night. I thought I'd better put that out there to remember this tomorrow, when I'm yelling and crying. Because tomorrow is going to be an early day and a tough day, but the good kind of tough. I hope. And then a three-day weekend. Delight.