It's the middle of January and I am here, once again, at 146 W. 57th Street on the 49th floor. Pretty fantastic.

I have a view of Wollman's Rink and I am remarkably calm.

On the other hand, I drank too many Sauzas last night. Dumb move.

Now I am about to go swimming and listening to car talk. Or rather car talk is playing and i really want to go for a swim. So I will