Our Super Bowl party was a success. Mikey made wings, the Pats won and everyone brought food and beer. It was a good time, didn't get too insane, and the cats were well-behaved.

Now, however, both Mike and I feel a little "off." I'm just sort of rundown and spacey. Luckily, I got a lot of work done this weekend so tonight will require mimal amounts of reading and reacting.

I'm single for the next two weeks as Mike heads up to NYC for a ton of work. (How I love/hate you Fashion Week. Love the money, hate the loneliness.)

Now I will go back to reading media theory with the occasional break to blow my nose.

The glamorous life, indeed