An' stuff.
Somehow I left a New Year's Eve party with four books in my bag and only a very mild buzz. I got Lamb back from Mitch and Daughter of the Blood back from Jenny, picked up The Stand from Blake, and I already had Abhorsen in there just in case I got bored. No wonder it was so heavy when I got home.
I had 2 (small, diluted with juice) drinks, but my behavior prompted a few "cut her off" remarks that - depending on who said them - either made me laugh harder or annoyed me. Really, people. I act like that under the following circumstances: a few drinks, 24+ hours of sleeplessness, a moderate amount of caffeine, a large group of people, the presence of awesome no-bake cookies, and the tenuous but hilarious moments before severe hunger causes me to cry and throw things. When I'm actually 'drunk', which has happened maybe twice, it would not be out of line to liken me to a bean bag chair. After a certain point, I just get progressively more mellow. If I'm acting silly, I ain't drunk.
Italian food tonight at this place called Maggiano's. It was sort of an end-of-year thing for David's 'team' at work. Interesting enough, half of the team is married to teachers. What is the connection? As one of them said, it has to be the compensatory effect of an engineer's salary vs. a teacher's salary. Food was good, apparently. I couldn't tell, because I don't like Italian, but the mocha I ordered fuckin' kicked ASS.
I need new glasses. And a new ID. And new jeans, since these have a hole. Damn stores only carry 'short' inseams in certain styles and washes and sizes. Not the styles and washes and sizes I wear, of course. Fucking discrimination, that's what it is.
I'm tired now.
I had 2 (small, diluted with juice) drinks, but my behavior prompted a few "cut her off" remarks that - depending on who said them - either made me laugh harder or annoyed me. Really, people. I act like that under the following circumstances: a few drinks, 24+ hours of sleeplessness, a moderate amount of caffeine, a large group of people, the presence of awesome no-bake cookies, and the tenuous but hilarious moments before severe hunger causes me to cry and throw things. When I'm actually 'drunk', which has happened maybe twice, it would not be out of line to liken me to a bean bag chair. After a certain point, I just get progressively more mellow. If I'm acting silly, I ain't drunk.
Italian food tonight at this place called Maggiano's. It was sort of an end-of-year thing for David's 'team' at work. Interesting enough, half of the team is married to teachers. What is the connection? As one of them said, it has to be the compensatory effect of an engineer's salary vs. a teacher's salary. Food was good, apparently. I couldn't tell, because I don't like Italian, but the mocha I ordered fuckin' kicked ASS.
I need new glasses. And a new ID. And new jeans, since these have a hole. Damn stores only carry 'short' inseams in certain styles and washes and sizes. Not the styles and washes and sizes I wear, of course. Fucking discrimination, that's what it is.
I'm tired now.