Well, that didn't go well... I managed to stay up all day (including the pecan tart and vanilla latte at Starbucks, thank you, EP!) and then crashed-and-burned at about 5 pm. George, not knowing that I intended to be on AIM tonight, didn't shake me awake until just now. My head feels like a burned-out fire pit and my eyes like someone butted out their cigarette in them. Fuck. I'm getting to old for this shit.
Fortunately, Puck ended up crashing also, so I didn't stand her up. *wipes brow in relief*
And, Starbucks vanilla latte cold from the fridge kicks ass.
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Fortunately, Puck ended up crashing also, so I didn't stand her up. *wipes brow in relief*
And, Starbucks vanilla latte cold from the fridge kicks ass.
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