After a whirlwind week and a half of late nights, early mornings, and shitting on any semblance of taking care of yourself, you're absolutely fucked when it comes to catching up on work and life. Your inbox count is higher than the difference the Knicks lose by, your pet and/or girl probably ditched you for someone more caring, and you probably developed some rare strain of influenza that is only hitting you now. By the time you're fully recovered, spring/summer 2015 NYFW is here.