"Darling, have you found a flatmate yet?"

Imagine a gasping sound, the sound of me coming up for air.

I can barely form sentences.

When I close my eyes I see the trappings of Adobe Photoshop. I see words such as combo box drop down and code translation table.

I drank three cups of coffee this morning, so not only am I wired, I have to pee a lot.

I have been pulling 10/12 hour days since Sunday, though not nearly as bad as my boss whom apparently went to bed sometime around 5 am this morning and was back in the office by 10 am. Why? Because of a crazy deadline on a project I've (we've) been working on.

Awesome.

So . . . . . when we last left our heroine I was enjoying Alanis Morissette's cover of Black Eyed Peas. I was also staving off a nervous breakdown and/or becoming a smoker again. Seriously, last week I thought I was going to lose it. But things are looking up, I have a potential roommate who is also a coworker, and I finished the first big stage of a freelance redesign project that has been eating me since late February. While things are by no means done, I no longer feel like I'm going to drown in a wave of responsibility.

Uh, more fun and coherent blog posts forthcoming. Especially ones where I comment about the L Word season finale, my mixed feelings on the latest cover of Out Magazine, my fake girlfriend, bad habits, Lent, anonymity, and the utter horror of trying to find a roommate in New York City.

I know you all can't wait!