savana

Jumpin' jeezus on a pogo stick... freakin hung over today. Which sucks cause I'm buried up to my nose in ad copy today... haha- oh well, I can't really whine about since I did it to myself. I'm such an ammature when it comes to drinking during the week. Usually I just can't be bothered with cocktails on a worknight- too much other stuff to take care of... and nothings going to happen at the bar on a Weds, that won't replay itself on Saturday anyway... but last night, being valentines and all- Jason and I decided to go have a few drinks and spend some time together, which was really nice. But one drink led to another, then that eventually led to drinks at our friend Darren's house. At Darren's house, we started messing around with this new make-shift punching bag that they've got hung up in there garage... and well, waddaya know, I kicked that things ass.





where my fingernails cut into my palm



yes, yes, yes... swollen, cut and bruised.

The First Rule Of Fight Club is......

Oh man I AM tired! And loopy.. and a little twitchy. Note to self, when run down and hung over- DO NOT attempt to balance out body with large quantities of coffee.

OK... I'm off to go twitch at the world.




help me jeebus.