it's true: I forgot about you.

no, no, no. I'm kidding. I could never forget about you.
but ihr lieben, things have been a little crazy over here.
there've been fabulous operas to attend, boring dates to endure; there's been sleep to be slept, and work to be work, work, worked. and worked! and worked. and- you get the picture.
mama needs a new pair of shoes, you know, and you don't pay me a dime.
so unless you email me some really great get-rich-quick schemes, or introduce me to my future sugar-parent, you're not the top of the list.
not today, anyway.
but maybe tomorrow.

xo