You wake up at 12 on Saturday, 13 hours of sleep....darn what a waste of time. Feels great, though. Quick workout, mostly resting on a bench, shower, breakfast and you out to meet P. for your French lesson. Mispronouce more words then you should. Chat with P rather then learn. Promise yourself to do better next time.
Sunday morning, bright and early you meet V. for breakfast at Sabarsky Cafe. One of your favorites breakfast spots in the city. Never disapoints.
Another French lesson in the afternoon, this time with G.
Shop and stop by nail salon.
Super Bowl Sunday. Go Giants!
Loundry left untouched, apartment not cleaned, phone calls not returned, emails not answered.
Where did the time go?
