Last week's non-running, non-writing extravaganza was brought to you by my hard-drinking NYC friends and too much working. I spent yesterday writing (yay!) and will probably do some more of that today, and will either run tonight or tomorrow morning. This morning when the alarm went off at 6 I'd only had about 3 hours of sleep courtesy Meg's snoring and was still completely groggy from the sleeping pill I had to take even to get that in the other room. I'm having a crabby day so I should really go for a run. I wish I had my stuff with me. Or, failing that, I wish I could crawl into a hole and go back to sleep.