Jan 23, 2005 14:23
The fact that I can not remember anything about last night post 9:00 pm. should say something. I believe Kelli will post a more descriptive assessment of last night's activities soon.
What I do know: I have a black feather boa. I manage to recall cleaning eyeliner off my face early this morning. My pinky finger is cut at its joints. I am terrified to go down stairs and witness the aftermath. I do not believe that I have ever been so ricockulously off the ball at 2:30 on a Sunday.
Oh my child...