diminishing returns

Hi readers. Sorry to disappear, I made Riley so nervous!

I've been real busy but today I stayed home from work, presumably to hunt for apartments. Instead I've used the time to eat croissants and watch macho movies. Tonight I'm supposed to have my soccer captains' dinner but I'm skipping that to see Feist in Park Slope (don't freak out Mert, our priorities are different.)

I've noticed that days off for me rarely involve pants.

Today I found out that teams in the charity soccer tournament include Major League Soccer and ESPN, who boast ringers from the national teams of Venezuela and Trinidad. I scored a goal once in eighth grade.

Remember Daphne Bananas Yang? We've now started getting mail for Jazz Kobe Jubilee. If everyone is choosing fun cartoon names, can I be Whiskey Willy Wilson?

Oh check out what happened to my "closet"-
I built that thing over my bed when I first moved in. Now it fell apart under the weight of my fashionable New York business casuals. Here's the thing though, I don't want to fix the closet, I'm moving out in a month. So where should I put my clothes?