This Fish Needs A Bicycle

la revolución

Today at lunch, I sign the lease for my new apartment. And write a check for a few thousand dollars, but really, 'tis a small price to pay for the opportunity to eek it out in the epicenter of all things grand and garish, right?

Mmm hmm.

Naked ambition. The Naked Cowboy. New York City really does have it all.

Work is going well so far. Lots on my plate, though, as it seems I've been brought in to start a revolution. I don't mind revolutions. But funny thing about them is they tend to piss off people with power. People who don't yet know how super totally quacktastic I am. We shall tread lightly into this revolution. I mean, a badly timed, "Let them use Quark" and heads start to roll.

Now, see, it may have lost something in the bloggersphere translation, but in my industry, the above pun would have been pretty funny. I do so crack myself up. Marie Antoinette style.

By the way, my inability to write a cohesive post can all be explained by the sleeping pill that I took last night around ten. They can make me a bit loopy the next day. I'll be better later, I swear.