PickledCherub

It's quarter after three and I'm still awake. I've taken a shower, I've packed, I worked seven hours, now I need a snack, I danced to Abba's "Take a Chance (On Me)": and it's just a quarter after three. I don't want to sleep so I'll sleep on the plane, don't want to drift off 'cuz waking up is a pain. Passport, tickets, wallet. Passport, tickets, wallet.

"Now stop that rhyming, and I mean it." "Anybody want a peanut?"

There's a lot of stuff I haven't done, especially for 2GQ. Eh. Medium.

John and I had a late brunch today at Tin Shed, then went to Retrospect so he could look at the ties there. Then, out of the blue, we went to the mall. Argh, the mall! Forever 21 so he could buy a Birthday present for his housemate, Patrick, who wears girls underwear and shirts. No luck, but he got him a flask at the 12th Ave Liquor store on Hawthorne. I tried on a green striped dress at Rave, and John said it looked hot with my Air Cast.

Work was hellish tonight, my heart wasn't in it and I broke the coffee carafe when I decided that it needed an extra good cleaning. I should know better by now than to go the extra mile. Mediocrity is the way of the world, my son. After work, at one, I went to Patrick's Birthday party, which was still hopping, and danced my behind off with the boys and Emily and Katy. Emily said that she'll have our business plan done by the time I get back.

I've had a lot of coffee tonight. I haven't pulled a real all-mightier* in a long time. On verra.

Alex said the internet isn't working at his house, so probably no entries for a while, friends. I'll have the trusty cell with me until London (Tuesday)--so call.

*So, spell check thinks that "mightier" is a good replacement for "nighter." I concur.