ugh
I went to a party (or as some like to specify, a "gathering") last night fully intending to go, have one drink and then leave. But then people I knew showed up that I haven't seen for a bit, so I stayed and drank. It was a BYOB party, so I decided to take what was left of my Raspberry Smirnoff (<- sp?) that I bought three years ago. It's been sitting, all 6 shots of it, in my freezer for years, waiting to be finished off. Anywho, so I pour myself my Sprite and Smirnoff and we commence the drinking game "I never". For those of you who might not know what it is: everyone (once they've reached a certain level of intoxication) sits (or stands) around and one person starts by saying, (for example) "I've never run naked in a field." Everyone that actually has run naked in a field has to drink. Of course, as it goes around the circle again and again, people start picking on certain people by saying stuff that they know they will have to drink to, or saying things that they themselves have to drink to to show off or get themselves drunk, and the questions start becoming heavily focused in, on, and around sex. It can be a relatively challenging game when you get too buzzed, because your minds says, "there's no way you've done that!", but then your memory pops up and says, "well, there was that one time in...*fill in the blank*." It's sort of an embarassing game, but of course no one cares because there is a drink in their hand.
Anyway, that was all to say that I have a slight hang over, as in my head hurts and my eyes are bloodshot and I feel kind of sluggish. I'm working on curing that right now though. There's oatmeal in the microwave and I have a glass of water AND a glass of orange juice to go with it. I've already taken two aspirin (as my head hurts, like to touch or move it). So hopefully *crosses fingers* I can feel better and go out to buy the Sunday paper for the spectacular job ads. That's it for now. Confession will have to wait for later in the day.
Updated 9:32pm:
Confession of the Day
Today I cried while reading an article in Glamour, called "Love without..." and then it had all these options such as "Love without children" and "Love without sex". I don't know what came over me. I usually read Glamour with a grain of salt and great bit of sarcasm and a satirical eye. But for some reason I just started crying--not sobbing--just crying. Maybe it was the idea of no sex...*wicked grin*