Reasonably sure this is helping my vertigo.
Pre-symphony
dinner was awesome. Walked out and I was like 'ok if I get hit by bus waking across 6th Ave I'm fine with that." Damn that was good.
Had a date with an [age inappropriate] editor and had a few too many post-concert. She seemed to not appreciation my observations about the future of print media.
I'm such an idiot.
Called Chloe about two hours into my client dinner/binge drinking last night.
"Papa we're eating Chinese New Yeae dinner can you call me back."
NP [slam beer #7 & 8 call back half hour later]
"Papa I have a question."
Go ahead.
"Did you feed the fish?"
[####] Of course I did! [pleasedon'tbedead pleasedon'tbedead pleasedon'tbedead]
Pretty sure the last time he ate was Saturday. It's her first pet.
When I got at midnight I flew across the apartment. Berry wake the #### up! Time to eat.
The African Blue Basil usually glides lazily around. I started throwing food in there and he was darting around from end to end.
