No vlog today, as I was up until 4 AM working on a New Roots interview with the Artistic Director of the Milk Can Theatre Company, which I hope you'll check out.
Upon completion of the interview, I naturally collapsed into bed and proceeded to sleep well past the hour at which I am supposed to arrive at work, and sent a frantic and apologetic e-mail to the boss as soon as I woke up. There does not seem to have been any backlash, and I am still scheduled to attend the free after-work dinner and ticket to Endgame at BAM that the company is sponsoring...BOO-YAH TO YA HOO-HAH!
However, a fellow tardy co-worker proved to be a better person than me by sending the best late-to-work e-mail ever:
SUBJECT: HeLL train
Due to some issue at Union Square, the L train has decided it's too chicken to even cross the river. There are no cabs in Brooklyn during "sobriety hours". I will be investigating this "Jimz" train that everyone's been talking about, as I know the G train to be an enemy and buses are ultimately confusing.
Also, I leaned against a pillar in the subway station and stuck to it because it was coated in soaking wet paint.
Hump day, my ass. Hasta la pasta...
