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verbicide.... 3 hours later.
Lie down for a few. Hrm. Right. Threw self down on top of bedcovers completely clothed and was out cold. Woke up burrowed completely under covers, startled to find had groggily flung off all clothing, including watch, and launched it to all corners of room. No shower. Stitch n Bitch had ended early so couldn't have made it anyway. Fuck cooking dessert.
Update: hiding hissyfit behind cut tag.
Feel surly and discombobulated and downright unfriendly. Have no desire to go to loud big group social thing. Mrrrh.
Tried half-heartedly to cancel, but felt guilty and must now stay conscious until at least 4:15pm when Ellie and Jeff pick me up. They had decided to go skiing first thing in the morning and figured a raging hangover wouldn't be best, so I've escaped designated driver duty. Probably for the best since I still have to get the right-turn signal indicator fixed.
Drove out to Larsen's Bakery which is a scant 15 blocks up the street and have bought some white cake with Bavarian cream and raspberries and I think crushed macaroons. Should be interesting. Also crammed entire mouth full of chocolate-death cake sample since haven't eaten all day. Yes, these are some wise nutrition choices.
Told Ellen I would call her back after talking to Judy. Couldn't reach Judy. Decided I had to pick up dessert anyway. Now can't reach Ellie to tell her I am going and am frantic that she's going to go without me and I'll have spent $20 on a cake I can't eat by myself. Argh argh argh.
If I have to drive out to freaking Auburn by myself, I think I will die.
*whine*whine*whine*whine*whine*whine*whine*whine*
Lie down for a few. Hrm. Right. Threw self down on top of bedcovers completely clothed and was out cold. Woke up burrowed completely under covers, startled to find had groggily flung off all clothing, including watch, and launched it to all corners of room. No shower. Stitch n Bitch had ended early so couldn't have made it anyway. Fuck cooking dessert.
Update: hiding hissyfit behind cut tag.
Feel surly and discombobulated and downright unfriendly. Have no desire to go to loud big group social thing. Mrrrh.
Tried half-heartedly to cancel, but felt guilty and must now stay conscious until at least 4:15pm when Ellie and Jeff pick me up. They had decided to go skiing first thing in the morning and figured a raging hangover wouldn't be best, so I've escaped designated driver duty. Probably for the best since I still have to get the right-turn signal indicator fixed.
Drove out to Larsen's Bakery which is a scant 15 blocks up the street and have bought some white cake with Bavarian cream and raspberries and I think crushed macaroons. Should be interesting. Also crammed entire mouth full of chocolate-death cake sample since haven't eaten all day. Yes, these are some wise nutrition choices.
Told Ellen I would call her back after talking to Judy. Couldn't reach Judy. Decided I had to pick up dessert anyway. Now can't reach Ellie to tell her I am going and am frantic that she's going to go without me and I'll have spent $20 on a cake I can't eat by myself. Argh argh argh.
If I have to drive out to freaking Auburn by myself, I think I will die.
*whine*whine*whine*whine*whine*whine*whine*whine*
