On the other hand, the reason I didn't make it was because I was at my job, which pays overtime, and reimburses my cab fare. Also, my employment gives me health insurance that (myopia and this past winter's Martian Death Flu aside) I don't draw upon very heavily because I have no serious medical issues*. This means I can afford to live in NYC,** and keep myself amused. Furthermore, I have a father and a younger brother, both of whom I could rely on to help me dispose of a body. Not to mention several entertainingly warped friends.
Also, I have chocolate ganache cake.
* That I'm aware of, anyway; I mean, I could be thirty seconds away from a fatal brain aneurysm.
** In Queens, granted. It's the middle borough: not as cool as Manhattan or Brooklyn, better than the Bronx or Staten Island.
