Went down for a nap, woke up, disorientated, four hours later.
Fashion Week: 1, Danica: 0
Week-long clothes horsing and trade-showing kicks my tuckus. But it doesn't end there. Lots to do this weekend, pulling together products for a bunch of shoots this week, two features to write and a bunch of papers to grade, lessons to prepare, logistics to coordinate. Couldn't really afford to lose a day to, well, sleeping. But here I am, 9 p.m. on a Saturday, groggy and panicked that I'm only left with Sunday to accomplish an impossible To-Do list.
Kind of makes me want to just crawl back into bed.