I know I soberly agreed to work these extra hours but I'm really wondering what I was thinking at the time. Sure, the extra dough will be nice next month when I'm in Vegas (I gotta start that retirement fund sometime) but nine hours with barely a dinner break is not my idea of fun. I'm also in the middle of a strange Quartlerlife Crisis. No worries, it's all ironing itself out. I would just prefer to crisis on my own couch while watching Laguna Beach than under the glow of flourescent lights.
So, how about some links?
Another reason to adore the French: Father and Son Win Pig Squeal-Off
The New York Times also hated Lennon: The Musical, which I saw about a month ago before it opened. (I love how they call it "drippy". Ha.)
Borrow the handbags that you can't otherwise afford.
