Sunday night thunder

The words are not really coming to me right now because I’m still a tad hungover from the city-wide Knicks celebration last night. I got home around 3 AM, which is later than I’ve voluntarily stayed out in a while. My loafer’d feet were screaming by the time I walked into my apartment and laid down on my bed, telling myself I could just take a 2 minute blinker and then wash my face and stuff. I woke up, fully clothed, with the lights on. I can’t remember a hangover being this worth it.

When my buzzer rang at 10, I jumped out of bed and threw on my glasses and told my doorman to send him up. Him being my Task Rabbit, here to build my IKEA furniture. I showed him the boxes and offered him a drink, giving him the choice between a strawberry watermelon seltzer water and a fruit punch flavored special edition Love Island Poppi. He chose the Poppi. That means, I’m assuming, that I am the first person to give a Task Rabbit a Love Island Poppi. Is that a fair assumption? I guess other influencers use handy men, too.

If you’re reading this on Sunday night, enjoy the rain! Good thunder. If you’re reading this on Monday morning, good morning!

I’ll see you tomorrow!