Bah! I have the flu.
I am not at a birthday party. I am instead rockin' the fever and chills. I went to be a few hours ago shivering and woke up in a sweat.
I am not happy. It's a holiday weekend. I have things to do, people to see, brunches to have.
When I am not being a nice person, I'm a really wretched person. On so many levels. Uhg.
Allyson, I've decided I need a bathouse for my back balcony. I just thought you should know.
And those thoughts are totally unrelated.
And I need to step away from the email. It can only go wrong. That's also unrelated.
Wine may have been consumed.
I have a thing for Timothy Hutton.
I thought you would all want to know.
Went to gym. Oh, my sweet baby Jesus, ow.
oh dear. Professor who posts conservative propaganda on facebook actually posts a link about healthcare reform that invokes Snacky's Law. Comparing the healthcare reform to eugenics. She says "interesting link, worth reading and sharing!"
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Wine?
A sign of my father's sometimes obliviousness: he said good night to me and then turned out the lights and left. Left me sitting in the dark of my own livingroom. And of course, since his hearing is shitty, he didn't even hear my protests. I'd cry if it weren't so ridiculous and I weren't on my 3rd glass of wine.
And I sent a damned email I shouldn't have.
you know what I had at dinner? Prosecco with homemade peach sorbet. It was like a bellini float.
God love my brother for calling and putting it all in perspective, namely "You did what? Sweet! Can I put it on facebook? I'll be the total shit!" HAHAHAHA.
Mmm, sounds good.
I've rediscovered alcohol after a whole what, 2 or 3 days? It's a good thing tonight.
DH wants to take a phone interview with a firm in England. He assures me that it will probably go nowhere but I know he's not 100% happy where he's at.