Yes, Scarlet; Tomorrow IS Another Day!

I’m feeling 100x better…thank you for asking. I dragged my ass home last night and Stephen had made the most wonderful pot of Veggie-beef soup with noodles (he really is the most wonderful guy i could ever hope for). I put on my PJ’s (yes, I have pajamas…what of it?) and hunkered down on the couch to watch Buffy and Angel (season’s 5 and 3, respectively). By the time nine o’clock came around I felt restored and rejuvenated. I fear I might’ve been a bit hung over, due to the previous night’s imbibing (a cup of Kaluah (sp?) spiked Egg-nog, followed by 2 glasses of Pinot Noir at dinner).

Have I truly lost the ability to drink and function the next day or was it some sort of 12 hour thing? Maybe it was a weird, delayed reaction to the Thai food we had Friday night for dinner (ok that’s a stretch, but c’mon…who want’s to believe that they’ve passed into the Land of the Lightweights?).

so, i made it to NJ this mornining in record time: 45 minutes. there was absolutely no traffic (though i found out that there were accidents galore after i got in). there are no women here today (except for the angry Indian lesbian who smells like Play-Doh), so ESPN has been blaring in background since 8am. how do straight guys stand watching "sports news" all day?seriously, though: the big news seems to be about new balls in the NBA. sadly, they're not thinking of the same balls i am.

if it wasn't for the players with tight pants and bulging shoulder muscles, and other bloggers' posts like this, and this, i'd be bored silly!