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I went to bed at 2:30 on Friday, woke up at 7:30 when Adam asked me to drive him to work on Saturday, went back to sleep until 9:30, worked a 14 hour day, got home at 2, cleaned and packed then started the new Harry Potter, slept from 4 to 5, got myself to the airport, read on the plane, and hung out and drank with my friends all afternoon and well into the evening.

I don't know how I didn't die of exhaustion, but it was awesome. I hate NYC but I adore my friends. We're off to meet Steve for lunch in Manhattan and then who knows?