Very often, when people read my blog, they comment that I'm so busy, or that I do so many things. I suppose I do, but I don't think about it all that much -- that's the way my life has been for a while now. I have friends I need to catch up with, places I want to eat and go out, bands and shows to see, trips to go on . . . and so on and so forth. Yes, I'm exhausted sometimes. Yes, I'm thrilled that my friends I was supposed to have dinner with on Thursday night have rescheduled, but even a "quiet night at home" usually means doing laundry, cleaning up, writing something for Gothamist, paying bills, a trip to the gym, and whatever else I can cram in. Sometimes I think I should schedule nights to myself more often than I do, but every time I try, something comes up that I want to do. Trust me, I'm not complaining -- I wouldn't want it any other way. That's my life, and I wouldn't trade it for the world right now.
* The 59th Street (or where I end up if I haven't had coffee before I get on the subway) Bridge Song, a.k.a "Feelin' Groovy"