Stupid cider
My head feels pretty fuzzy this morning, and I'm guessing that I may have once again said things that will be annoying to some people, but I'm okay with it. I had some cider when I got home from the bar because I felt like it, but then I woke up this morning feeling like the day was still hours off and that I couldn't do it after the sugar and the late night talking.
I have a Scrabble date for Wednesday. I think this may have been the first time I've asked someone to do something in a way that made sense in a while. Usually I'm nervous and drunken, but the whole internet thing sure makes talking easier. Actually, it makes it all seem silly (see previous entry).
I'm going to go to Lashley's writer's group again this afternoon, and then limp my way home to see what I should do for the rest of the night. Maybe I'll take myself out to the movies. Maybe I'll eat ice cream. Maybe I'll watch "My Name is Earl". The possibilities aren't endless, but there are a good number.
I have a Scrabble date for Wednesday. I think this may have been the first time I've asked someone to do something in a way that made sense in a while. Usually I'm nervous and drunken, but the whole internet thing sure makes talking easier. Actually, it makes it all seem silly (see previous entry).
I'm going to go to Lashley's writer's group again this afternoon, and then limp my way home to see what I should do for the rest of the night. Maybe I'll take myself out to the movies. Maybe I'll eat ice cream. Maybe I'll watch "My Name is Earl". The possibilities aren't endless, but there are a good number.