Hanging by Threads

All right, New York, you heartless excuse for a city. I don't like you and you don't like me, but we are going to get things done this week, aren't we?

Aren't we.

My faithless prayer for Monday is that nobody contacts me. Reps, producers. Unless someone's calling with brilliant news, I would just like radio silence for Monday. I know I've got work to do. Nobody understands this better than I do.