Quickie

This morning I thought I'd lost my celly last night like a drunk ass fool and so the day was not quite right until 1ish, when I went home for lunch and found it.

Embarassing: I thought I lost my phone.

More Embarassing: I found it in my bed stuffed under a pillow, with the ringer turned off.

Another way I know I got too drunk on Thursday night is that I have like 10 pictures on my camera that I don't remember taking. AT ALL. As in: I don't even have a flash of a memory involving a camera.

But that's what happens when I happy hour with my work mates. We talk about stuff that stresses me out a bit and I drink too much to compensate. I do that like once every 3 months and blow off steam, then promise I'll never do it again.

Then I do it again. Whatevs.

Tonight I worked at Milk and it was a blast. Now I'm home and snacking needlessly and The Crow is on, which thrills me. A tale of revenge and love immortal. Is there anything better than that?

I guess actual revenge. And actual love, immortal.

But a lady can't have everything, no matter how much she deserves it.

So I'm gonna sleep like a baby tonight, and I hope you are too.