I'm Suffering the Afterness of a Bad Night of Badness...

I got my first paycheck on Friday. Woo Hoo!! I get another one in two weeks. Woo Hoo! Work is going better. I finally have access to just about everything I need to do my job. Woo Hoo again!!

Franz and I threw a dinner party last night. I really like the people that we had over. I don't have to worry that they are too prissy to let Buddy out of his kennel so he can just be his little doggie self. They brought wine, too. Of course, I should have drank a glass or two of it, but I didn't.

No, I had to make up some Cosmopolitans.

3 of them to be exact.

God, I don't feel well. I woke up about 5:30 this morning absolutely convinced my head was going to fall off the top of my neck. It hurt so much that I was thinking that might not be a bad thing.

Franz was a doll, of course. He took Buddy out for his first walk of the morning. Because I was pretty much convinced one (or more) of three things would happen if I did. I thought I would:

a) Fall over and die... or
b) Forget to put on some important article of clothing... or
c) Get mugged by the first person who saw me just because I looked so obviously hung-over...

Thank God for Franz.

Anyway, it is 12:15pm right now. It's been a good 13 hours and change since I finished my last drink and I still feel dizzy, nauseous and just generally crappy. I really should not *ever* drink. I was particularly dismayed last night to find that my Southern accent is more pronounced when I drink. I forgot about that from the last time I had anything. Not that I mind having a Southern accent, but I do enjoy being able to keep it in check. But, once I get some vodka and triple sec in me, that just goes right out the window and I sound like a total hick.

And a Southern accent, with a slur? Just lovely.

Ick! I don't really have very much else to talk about. At least I finished off the last of the vodka and lime juice last night, so there will be no further temptation to make any more brain poison anytime soon. Just the thought of that right now makes me so sick I can't even tell you. You know, though, it's funny. I have had less than 5 hangovers in my whole life. This experience is still new enough to be novel, but it's getting old quick. I don't think I want to get to 5. I think I would like this to be the last one.

That's all for now, guys. Hope everyone out there is having a better day than me (even though I totally deserve to have the day that I am having, I still am not very happy about it.)

Love to all,

Sherry