magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Not quite the night of sleep that I was hoping for. But better.

I spent the day working, while Jenny, in her "Monday's are my weekend"-housecleaning and decorating schedule, ran back and forth between home and the laundromat and across the Broadway Bridge to the Target in the Bronx.

After winning two of Adam.K's Trivial Dispute, pub-quiz style trivia, nights in a row, Chris and I have missed the last three. Due to sickness (him), excessive workload (me), and presumably birthday plans (him). We had dinner at Karen's on Friday, followed by drinking in Park Slope, but today's the actual day, so I hope he's out doing something fancy.