magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

My apartment got colder and colder and colder today. Too cold to paint. Too cold to do much of anything but curl up in some blankets and catch up on TV.

The heat came clunking back on about 3pm. A little later, Chris called to say that if I wasn't already aware, people were meeting around 10 at Sugar in TriBeCa for Liz's birthday. Now that my apartment had warmed up I wasn't in hurry to rush out into the cold, but figured that I probably should venture out of my house this weekend, for my own sanity, if nothing else.

A few overpriced drinks and a little conversation and I was back on a train around 2am, but it was nice to get out.