The inside of my head is filled with whirling Excel sheets of percentages, formulas, and ranks.  So long vacation.  I know, I know.  I need to stop talking about Montauk.  I feel like that girl who can’t stop talking about her boyfriend: “Oh my GAH, Montauk did the sweetest thing last week!  He made me lobster, and then totally treated me to the most gorgeous sunset.  Isn’t he just so beautiful! He makes me feel so relaxed… I LOVE him.”

I think I’m just in denial that I’m back at work and would clearly rather be somewhere else.  It doesn’t help that this week has been KICKING MY BUTT.


I can’t even think about eating normal food I’m so stressed out.  In times like this, if food is placed in front of me, I’ll eat it.  Bagels from the morning meeting with Corporate? Awesome.  What’s that you say?  You have Reese’s in your drawer? I’ll have one.

I even had to bring my computer home with me to keep working tonight and my roommate’s sister made me a delicious dinner (thanks Bridget!).  It tasted delicious, although I don’t think I looked down from Excel to see what I was eating.  Around 10:00, I decided to take a break, blink my eyes, and walk around. This is what was handed to me.

And then I woke up.  Like a little slice of heaven vacation.  Thanks, Baby K!