Remember how I said I wouldn't drink and it didn't last longer than two weeks?
Yup.
I sure remember. My thumping cranium remembers. My sweaty palms remember. My attention deprived children remember. My bloated belly remembers. My bloodshot eyes remember. My pores seeping straight alcohol remember.
They all remember.
Fuck man! Not even the entire pepperoni pizza I just devoured has helped- infact, I think it may have worsened my condition. Urghhhhhhh.
The devils juice!
I'm really not going anywhere exciting with this post, this is all about venting. Sorry folks.
Catching up with this incredible specimen however, was ridiculously fun. Tali brings so much positive energy, love & light to the table, it's uplifting just being around her. Aren't great people just really great? I love knowing great people.
And on that note, after my dismal 4 hours sleep last night, I might just go and hit the hay. This week has some wonderful things in store for us, I can feel it in my bones. My tired old bones.
You kids stay cool alright?
Over and out,
Gemma
Thought of the day "is this what dying feels like?"
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