clairific

Wednesday night was amazing, a friend just moved to the hood and we spent the night getting way too hammered. Very little sleep.
Thursday was even more amazing, with a trip to the fair complete with monster trucks, llamas, apricot beer, deep fried artichokes and avocados, some rides, and a red guitar. Probably the best time I've had in LA so far. Very little sleep.
So I get through Friday with the help of cheesy rock music drowning out impending rain. I get home and immediately go to sleep, all cozy during the rain. This set the tone for the rest of the weekend, which was spent pretty much hibernating. I did get the stuff on my car done, and cleaned up my place a bit, but other than that did nothing but lay around. I wondered if I was starting another depressive funk. But today I wake up with my tonsils the size of golf balls and a headache, and I believe I was just getting sick the entire time. I guess that's what I get for having too much fun the week before. mehhhhhhhh