*for best results, just imagine Madeline Kahn in Blazing Saddles.
You can tell how busy I am by the amount of crap piled up on my dining table, the number of dishes in my sink, and the degree to which my apartment is in a state of general disarray. Thankfully, after tonight (planned night in), the piles on the table are a little smaller, the dishes are washed, I’ve written one out of three things I wanted to write for Gothamist tomorrow, and I’m getting to bed at a reasonable hour. As my friend Katie pointed out, my blog posts are getting shorter and shorter. I’m just tired these days. After returning from OJ, I’ve been going nonstop — work’s been busy, I went to the Human Rights First gala dinner on Monday, and had dinner with Jenn at Joya (yum!) last night. My apologies, dear readers. I don’t mean to be terse. And speaking of readers — I’ve been checking out my stats lately, and I’m dying to know who the reader is from Chicago who did a Yahoo search for "blog by a woman named laren set in new york city." ‘Fess up!