Just woke up, foggy eyed and a little loopy. Glance across the short dark spans before me to the only source of light in this boiling cave of a room and make out a blurry electric teal 8:51 am beaming back at me. Wow. Really? I feel so rested. Which makes absolutely no sense, seeing as I fell asleep merely four and a half hours prior.

(finally passed out after a 13 hour double around 4:17am while watching horribly cheesy, pseudo entertaining chick flicks On Demand, eating leftover MomoFuku cookies in bed… What a cliche)

I peel the dvd remote off my forehead, roll over and close my eyes again. What a great way to start the new week! - I’m gunna go to 10am Yoga, maybe walk over the bridge, and finally go take pictures in Chinatown. I’ll discover a new place for lunch, maybe buy some new shoes with money I don’t have..

…Distracted by a dim red light beaming under my down comforter, I scramble through endless sheets and pillows to find my phone.  I glance at the clock on my way to opening the bevy of overnight emails - 1:58. What?? ONE FIFTY EIGHT!!!! I fling myself back over, sit up straight, rub my eyes and look again - Oh what the fuck! In my sedated state I apparently read my clock upside-down and backwards. Of course I felt rested, I slept like 10 hours in an incubator!!! Well, there goes half my day.

The obnoxious email alert bings me back to reality, and I read the subject line, “New Year, New You” Ha. Seriously? Am I really awake or is this just some funny joke the fates are playing… The I-Tunes email continues, “Give yourself the boost of motivation you need for those New Years resolutions…” Delete.

Next: Facebook notification - “The only thing getting me through work today is getting updated on your blog. You better write in it today” Oy Vay, you really know how to lay on the Jewish guilt eh, Care?  I see my roommate so little, that she’s had to resort to getting her weekly dose of gossip from the internet…My life is turning into a bad tabloid.

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ALRIGHT YOU WANT AN UPDATE, HERE GOES….

As far as the DDDetox is concerned (No Booze, No coffee, No men) I have maintained true…to two out of the three…DON’T JUDGE! I said it was negotiable from the start..plus if he’s a repeat offender it doesn’t count. #TheThingsWeTellOurselves

TURNS OUT NO BOOZE MAKES SUZE A VERY DULL GIRL…

Thursday Night was my brothers birthday, so naturally after work I got all dolled up and trekked my way over to the West Village to do my part in celebrating…captain no fun over here stayed out until 4:30am, dry as the desert sands, drinking soda water and lemon with nothing but a little herbal refreshment to keep me sated. I forgot how irritating it can be hanging out with random drunks on a sober mind.

BUT IT’S TRULY AMAZING, SEEING WHAT PRIDE AND A LITTLE COMPETITION CAN DO FOR MY WILL POWER.

After surviving the weekly Friday night circus at work, we all went to the pub next door, I needed to decompress and soak up a little (sober) social time before turning into the boring old pumpkin I’m becoming.

All I wanted was to slug a shot of Jameson and a PBR (classy, I know) but pride, and guilt got the better of me…. However - Kate, my competition, caved. (sorry if you’re reading this girl, I have a duty to report the facts.) I gave her a free pass because it was her man’s birthday, but for all intensive purposes, I WON!

GUILT TRIP ALERT: For all you reading this, I hope you know the only reason I didn’t get up on top of that bar and shotgun a beer right then and there, was solely due to my foolish headstrong sense of pride, and inability to accept failure, especially in the face of internet embarrassment…so thanks, YOU ARE RUINING MY LIFE!

BACK TO THE REST OF THE RESOLUTION…

I dragged ass back to Yoga’s Inferno last Monday, and made it all the way through class without throwing up or passing out - so yay for me. Did a Crunch fitness video on Wednesday..whoever says working out in your home doesn’t count, tell my abs that, I was like the tin man for two days…felt guilty for not keeping it up the rest of the week… but not guilty enough to do anything about it…They say the turtle wins the race, so adding one day a week will get me to my goal eventually, right?

Sent out a bunch of emails regarding photography opportunities, no response as of yet…gotta love that passive rejection.

Worked a job Wednesday night shooting the People’s Choice Awards NYC Viewing Party for Honey Bunches of Oates. Felt really good to get back behind the lens..not to mention I got to rub elbows with the bronzed beauty, Ms.Dominican Republic 2011, Jealous?

And it’s now 3:24pm, and I am still in bed, in the dark…Happy Carrie?