The hundred-and-eightieth day...

I took a sick day from work today. It was part sick day (mostly sick day, actually), and part paper writing day. I can only imagine the horror waiting for me on my desk and in my work e-mail tomorrow. The one saving grace this week is that I can actually leave work promptly at 5:30pm. I may actually try to be at the elevator, if not in the lobby, by that time :)

I was thinking today that my man and I haven't done our Times Square run in a while.

For anyone who is curious our Times Square run includes Dave & Busters, seeing a movie (or two) and walking around like tourists and taking pictures. It's just silly, wonderful fun. My man has been wanting to take me to Madame Toussaud's for the longest time, so that may be included in our next Times Square day.

Well, I have a paper to finish so night all!