Waiting In The Wings

Current Song: "Up On Your Leopard, Upon The End Of Your Feral Days" -- Sunset Rubdown

Much wine was drunk (drank? drinked? how do I not know how to conjugate this verb?) last night. Much mayhem ensued (census?) Many apologies if I called/texted you last night either to say I love you or to get a ride home. Or both.

I spent most of today sleeping off a hangover that I am just hitting the renewal button on tonight, most likely.

I was just warned quite sincerely and by someone who knows that I need to get a handle on some shit or I will end up in rehab. Just like she did. That is advice I am willing to take to heart.

There's so much cleaning that needs to be done in here.