I hate Murray Hill. HATE. I'm never going there again. In fact, I may never leave the Upper West Side again. Ugh. I need to take a shower.
I really don't want to go to work tomorrow. And I have a lot of work to do.
Scratch what's above. I want to pick up and go to Montana, live and work on a horse ranch, and fall in love with Robert Redford. Ok, a younger Robert Redford.
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Eeek. I'm in NYC for a meeting tomorrow. And guess where we're staying?
Yup. Murray Hill.
Freaky ominous.
Ew. Even if you've lived here before, get ready for even more obnoxious 22 year old I-bankers. Hope you brought bug spray. They're like a swarm.
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