noelani

One night down of the long weekend and I've already lost my jacket, sunglasses, and a million braincells. Seriously, I did not need the fucking Jack Daniels in an 8 oz glass, guised as a shot. Ugh. Totally gave myself alchol poisioning. Maybe I should've eaten something more than just eggs in the morning. Woke up at around 3am in cold sweats, and then again at around 6:30 shaking and in serious need of food. I crawled downstairs and ate some fruit while I layed on the floor because I was too weak to hold myself up. Then I crawled to the couch and fell back asleep. Woke up again around 9 and went to breakfast at St. Francis, where upon my first bite of food I was met with an excrutiatingly painful, burning sensation in the back of my throat. Seems that all of the stomach acids tore it up. Ouch. So sexy.

So the rest of the day has been spent on the couch. Up until now. Now I'm making blueberry bars. I think pizza or thai will be in the cards for dinner. Also, after the blueberry bars are done I think me and the boy are going to through the football around outside somewhere. Times like this I wish I had a puppy.

Kisses

UPDATE: I've just been informed that I'm an idiot, and that my jacket and sunglasses are in safe hands. I remember the call now, that was made yesterday telling me this, but I didn't remember earlier. Nice. That jacket is one of my favorites and it's really hard to find now. Thanks Req. for taking care of it for me.