I was supposed to go into work today, but no dice- my boss had a sudden influx of meetings that he couldn't get out of. So I went to the Starbucks across from Joe's Pub and wrote a bit/began reconfiguring my full length. Then waltzed on down (in the god forsaken heat and humidity) to SoHo because I haven't been there in a while. I somehow stumbled onto the set for The Smurfs, saw Anton Yelchin, Top Shop and a lot of hipsters. Then I came back and had a popsicle. Now I'm debating between a nap or actually being productive.

Guess which one will win out...