Dresser-ed for Failure

It was a cool two-tiered red dresser in the West Village. It's gone now.

That stupid hour we lost last night was horrible. Of course it happened after I close, so when I got off at 2am, it was really 3am, so the stupid slow train made me get home at 430am. Le. Boo.

Then, when I woke up this morning (well, it was really more like afternoon, since I'm pretty sure I didn't get up until 130 or so), I decided to go see if the red dresser and end table were still sitting in the snow in the West Village. They weren't. But I tried! And I would have hated myself if I hadn't gone and at least tried.

Then I went to yoga tonight. It was tough. Like, crazy tough. He was one of those teachers who has us sit in our poses for a minute or more and boy howdy, I am SORE. Already. Tomorrow I'll be even more sore. But it's my 5th class in a week and I love it. So yay!