Happy HOLLAween.
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Today is a bad day to be on Atkins. I feel surrounded by doughnuts and candy. But if I start inhaling sugar now, I will be flying around the newsroom in no time (which would be funny since I'm wearing purple sparkly kitty ears today) and I will crash by the evening, which is a bad idea since Bone and I have to trick-or-drink it up tonight in Manhattan. We have no real plans, but again I will stick with my theory that no plan is a good plan, because Bone and I always end up getting ourselves into some kind of worthwhile trouble.
So yeah, I will go eat my Atkins bar now and thank myself later. Right.
Weekend predictions: Martinis, sugar highs, butterfly wings, a Stamford party, a long overdue boy and some car wax if Otto's lucky.

Oh! New VEGA$ pictures here. Enjoy.