This morning I woke up, hangover beginning, at 3:00amish. I couldn’t fall back to sleep so I hit up twitter, flickr, and perez and pink. That didnt work. I got really thirsty, so what did I do? I poured orange juice down my throat. Probably one of the dumber things I’ve done to myself. I climbed back into bed around 5:00am, rested my face on factor’s furry bicep, and fell back to sleep. I woke up around 8:15 feeling really horrible and proceeded to honk up my St. Mark’s Salad from Cafe Brama. Did I tell you I SAT OUTSIDE without a jacket on last night? Uh yeah. It was THAT nice out. Nothing will stop me from getting that salad again, even a glimpse of it in the toilet – but i don’t know when I’ll drink orange juice again.
Especially since some pulp got caught in my throat.
That was me a few days ago. And then it all changed. The shit had hit the fan. Uh, take a gander on my last post.
I so want a glass of wine right now.