New York City is putting my immune system through its paces. Apparently, washing my hands with the usual OCD regularity ain’t cutting the mustard. I’ve been sniffling. Sniffling!

Sure, I could eat right and exercise. But then I wouldn’t have time for cupcakes or naps.

Surely you know BJ Novak. He plays Ryan on The Office. He’s also one heck of a standup comedian, so much so that I paid $45 and an asinine Ticketmaster “convenience fee” to see him perform alongside several others last night. (Small note: I’ve found that convenience fees are rarely convenient.)

My favorite joke of the night is a cheesy one, I know, but here it goes:

“I saw a guy drinking a glass of water that had bits of frozen water in the water. I was like, ‘Man, that guy really likes his water!’”

My average work day is about ten hours, making for 50 per week and 200 in a month. Being around the same people for that long each and every day for nearly two and a half months so far puts me in a position to learn all sorts of unusual things about what may seem like perfectly normal coworkers. For example, today I learned that a coworker is moved to physical discomfort any time he hears the word “fart.” This makes it very hard not to say “fart” all the time.

I’ll consider it an exercise in willpower.