I feel like poo. I do. Poo. This is why one should say “no” to wine. It’s 7:30 a.m. and we’re on our way to coffee. I can’t think. My phone is dead and I want to call Toby. I want my bed. I want to rest. My tummy hurts. Apparently, I’m falling apart. :) Off to metro. Later.
missy
- Published September 19, 2002
- Author Mihow
- Category Uncategorized
- Comments 6 Comments
Mihow, call me about the weekend move plans.
Sounds like a glorious day in the DC hood!
Glorious! Hang in there, you only have a couple more weeks to go!
Dude… a COUPLE MORE WEEKS?! That’s the longest hangover in history!
Missy, I had fun. Thanks. But it’s killing me. :)
I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the day. But yes, it was fun.
I am not sure about that either… and just think, I am working after work. DAMN! I am just stupid. Oh well.
Oh, sorry. I was going to say only a couple more weeks until you can have your regular bed in your soon to be regular apartment with toby. Soy retardando.