It's Sunday Morning and I'm wakin' up.
Can't even focus on the coffee cup.
Don't even know who's bed I'm in.
Where do I start? Where do I begin?
This weekend. Well, hmmmm. I had kinda sorta planned on not drinking and all because mi estómago did not take kindly to the whole "12 hours of drinking and mexican food" that was St. Patrick's Day. In
(
Read more... )