I
am recovering from my
Birthday.
There was a meeting at 9am this morning. It was very important. I did not come to any state approximating wakefulness until 9:10am. At that time I was first delighted by the absence of a well-deserved hangover and then horrified to realize I was still drunk. I left a feeble message for my boss stating I was not feeling well... I think he knew this was going to happen.
Now it's a little after 1pm... And I've just gotten out of bed. Not really drunk... not really hung... I'm just full of aspirin and lots of liquids and a vague sort of helium sensation about my spinal column.
W. gave me bunches and bunches of gorgeous flowers at the restaurant - big crush on that boy... big unrequited crush. B. gave me a shirt that he correctly intuited would be very me. He also gave to me a small book - for my small thoughts before I put them in my big book. How sweet.
Ah well... I think I'll spare the account of all that alcohol and at what bars we imbibed. I do remember dancing with B. A.M. D. and W. ... I think I poured a bottle of water over my head.
Food would be a good idea now...