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...how am I not hung-over?
Mar. 9th, 2004 12:08 pmOkay, so my cousin's in town for her spring break. And since I don't teach today, last night we learned how to make chocolate martinis. And we made them. And drank them. A lot of them. We watched Bridget Jones's Diary (Colin Firth drooling ensued), and My Best Friend's Wedding (Rupert Everett drooling ensued), but I remember losing interest halfway through MBFW to skip out to the computer and... apparently send virtual drunken hugs out to various people on my buddy list. I bothered ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evilpuppy and hypocricy, but everstar3 got the brunt of my rambling, giggling, hugging, short-attention-span self.
I log everything, and so does evvie, so I have the sneaking suspicion some of my silliness will come back to haunt me.
Wow. I didn't think I could drink like that anymore. *rubs face* Of course, my mouth feels like it's lined in cotton, and I ache like a sumbitch. I think at some point I eschewed the recliner and sprawled out on the floor to watch the movies. Eventually I turned in (or passed out, whichever you prefer -- I did wash my face, take my contacts out, and brush my teeth, so bed was on the agenda -- it's just that once I got horizontal I conked out) and I had the strangest dreams... *yawn* Like all of my PhD applications coming BACK to me. No letter of acceptance or rejection -- just the materials coming back to me, with red editorial marks all over everything. *shakes head*
Today we were going to go down to the outlet stores in Vero, but my cousin isn't awake yet. I'm contemplating more water, or possibly something to eat. But it's strange -- no headache, no nausea... Huh. I think -- think I had something like... six or seven of those things. We killed the bottle of Godiva, but the Stoli Vanil isn't quite empty yet.
I think I'm going to round something up to nibble on while I work up the courage to look at those IM logs. Oy. At least I'm a happy drunk. As some of you can now attest to. *rubs back of neck sheepishly*
And now for some uber-randomness...
evilpuppy and hypocricy, but everstar3 got the brunt of my rambling, giggling, hugging, short-attention-span self.I log everything, and so does evvie, so I have the sneaking suspicion some of my silliness will come back to haunt me.
Wow. I didn't think I could drink like that anymore. *rubs face* Of course, my mouth feels like it's lined in cotton, and I ache like a sumbitch. I think at some point I eschewed the recliner and sprawled out on the floor to watch the movies. Eventually I turned in (or passed out, whichever you prefer -- I did wash my face, take my contacts out, and brush my teeth, so bed was on the agenda -- it's just that once I got horizontal I conked out) and I had the strangest dreams... *yawn* Like all of my PhD applications coming BACK to me. No letter of acceptance or rejection -- just the materials coming back to me, with red editorial marks all over everything. *shakes head*
Today we were going to go down to the outlet stores in Vero, but my cousin isn't awake yet. I'm contemplating more water, or possibly something to eat. But it's strange -- no headache, no nausea... Huh. I think -- think I had something like... six or seven of those things. We killed the bottle of Godiva, but the Stoli Vanil isn't quite empty yet.
I think I'm going to round something up to nibble on while I work up the courage to look at those IM logs. Oy. At least I'm a happy drunk. As some of you can now attest to. *rubs back of neck sheepishly*
And now for some uber-randomness...
