sick

Yay! It's Friday! I'd forgotten how great it is when Friday finally arrives. All my days had been blending together; it was all the weekend.

I'm tired. I was up late last night; my sister left for somewhere this morning, and decided last night that she needed to color her hair blue before she left. So I was up until 1 am coloring her hair. And that's not all; she has brown hair, so it had to be bleached besides.

I don't know how I got wrangled into it, but I'm sure she'll regret it. I'm not sure how well I did with the bleach. But what did she expect for getting me to do it at 11 at night?

My memory was correct about ear piercings. They're a pain in the ass. I'd thought, "well, maybe I just don't remember right. It couldn't have been bad." Ha! My tragus doesn't hurt, exactly. Just a dull ache.

Saltwater is good.

Well, I hope I do something exciting this weekend.

Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when.
I been drinkin' bourbon, whiskey, Scotch, and gin.
Gonna' get high man, gonna' get loose.
Need me a triple shot of that juice.
I'm gonna get drunk, don't you have no fear.
I want one bourbon, one Scotch, one beer.
One bourbon, one Scotch, one beer.

Have a great one!