God, today has been delirious. I'm still sick, it's been crazy busy at work, and my shoulder and hip hurt like a bitch from sleeping in that man's super-extra-soft bed. Why is it that all the men I sleep with have crappy mattresses? I mean, goddamn. Ouch. It's okay though. He made up for the crappy mattress by text messaging me a dirty limerick he wrote about me. Hell yeah. But my shoulder is killing me, exacerbated by phone-holding all damn day. Maybe I'll take some pain meds before I go to Delaware tonight. wait... I ran out and I think I lost my refill rx. 
You know what might work? Beer. More beer. Although I was thinking that perhaps whiskey & ginger ale might be better for my tummy.
oh yeah... one more thing. I posted this on Myspace and Livejournal today:
You know what might work? Beer. More beer. Although I was thinking that perhaps whiskey & ginger ale might be better for my tummy.
oh yeah... one more thing. I posted this on Myspace and Livejournal today:
Some people might have heard me mention this...
Mark your calendars. I've picked a date.
NEXT GOOB PARTY:
Friday, March 10th. 7pm.
Cocktail Party.
Formal attire required / encouraged.
Really, folks... imagine this... get all dressed up and go to Goob's for champagne and cocktails and hors d'oerves.
It could be a whole new tradition in the making.
I was looking at my profile picture and thinking I really want to wear a corset tonight... but my stomach would never accept that. Ouch. I'll have to wear something overly comfortable. 
Boring!
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