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Monday, November 23, 2009

Never is a Promise

I am never, ever, ever drinking 151 again. I'm serious. It's 2 in the afternoon & my head still might explode & I am just absolutely, deliriously tired. Despite really needing to get into the studio & dance, I'd much prefer to just go home & watch the Golden Girls & take a bath. Maybe if I could somehow sneak in a nap I'd be more motivated.

Do you think anyone would notice if I just shut my door & curled up for a bit?

Or maybe I'll go for a run when I get home.

Or probably I'll snuggle up in my bed & go to sleep.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

As long as it's not Bison Grass Vodka, you'll be fine.

Rue was my least favorite Golden Girl.

11:11 PM

Blogger emertron said...

The name of that even sounds gross.

Ha! Blanche Deveroux!!! Dorothy was my least favorite. She reminded me of a man.

Totally got home last night & was out like a light by 9. Woke up at 3. On the couch. Stumbled to my bed. Woke up at 7. With what feels a whole lot like a sinus infection. Boo. Wah.

12:50 PM

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Estelle Getty was always my favorite. Dorothy was so a secret man too. I have always thought that about her(?).

Last time I had a bad bad bad sinus infection, I took a ton of garlic pills and it worked.

3:33 PM

Blogger emertron said...

Ma! Ha ha ha. I love that show. Quality television.

Yeah, I'm super hydrating & attempting to flush myself. Which is partly because of ouchie face but also because I need to get every trace of rum out of me. Awful awful stuff.

3:52 PM

Blogger BSH ADMIN said...

Naps are what under your desk is for.

9:55 AM


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