I had perhaps a little TOO much to drink tonight. There's a reason why I never do that, I think, but I can't really remember.
But, on the whole, I feel better. I can't see to type my name, but drunk blogging is way better than drunk anything else, right? I feel a little bit more like myself. Maybe just a touch.
I also feel like things are going to be okay. Everything might be shit right now but it won't always be that way. People love me. I love people. The rest is inconsequential.
My RRHB is in Fredericton tonight. Fingers crossed he has a rocking show.
OH, and the peeps at the table next to us were speaking Czech. That's cool. And (this is for Tina) when I said kif-kif to the cab driver he told me I must know someone Arabic. And then he called me sister. A lot. A proper ending to a very fitting evening.
Now, I must watch the rest of The Office.
Girl with titanium hip will rock. Girl with titanium hip will write. Girl with titanium hip will read. Girl with titanium hip will battle crazy-ass disease called Wegener's Granulomatosis. Now stuff that in your spelling bee!
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