I’m still recovering from what may have been the most intensely social weekend of my life. And in New York, being social comes with serious side-effects:
- bleeding money
- circadian arrhythmia
- distance misjudgements (blocks that mysteriously turn into miles)
In other words, I’m broke, tired and sore. If these symptoms persist, I think I’m going to have to discontinue my New York City social life.
overstated 
i need no sleep starting now.
you just have to get over the hump of the first few exhausting weeks. then you get into the groove of being broke and tired all the time.
and the only words you can use, regardless of the time of day or blood alcohol content, are “fuck” and “bitch”.
I’ve said that least 743902 times. The problem this like that is they are just too compilcated for the average bird, if you know what I mean