Tired in Paris

Now that I'm back in Paris, I'm tired. The return trip is a sleep killer. I tried to rest on the plane but turbulence overload kept me awake. So as I sit here typing, I'm trying not to fall asleep. I did go "ladywalking" at the gym to give me a boost of energy, but it's quickly fading.

If I can keep my eyes open through tonight's episode of season two's Grey's Anatomy, I'll post pictures from New Year's Eve. Though it wasn't an intimate affair with Dick Clark's Rockin' Eve on ABC, I did have a great time spending the night with some sober friends, sloshy friends and a swaying chandelier.