I woke up (in utter shock) at 5:30 this morning. I was wide awake. In keeping up with appearances, I turned off the alarm and slept for another hour. No sense in giving everybody at the hotel a heart attack...
Monday. New Years Eve.
Saaad... Captain! Happy! Bathroom floor! To the bar! More sad, then dancing. Malibu, vodka, chaser- FLOOR! House party- how’d I get here? Sleepin’. Home.
Tuesday.
Sleepin’. Sleepin’. Wakin’. UGH! More sleepin’... Nea drags me outtah bed- YAY! Girl talkin’! Bed.
Wednesday.
Oh wait. Maybe the Tuesday stuff actually happened on Wednesday..? (Note to self: Drink Less) Shoot. This is disheartening.
Thursday.
Workin’. Packin’. Finally staring to feel better. Vowin’ never to drink again.
Friday.
Station 4! Vodka… vodka… VODKA! Beautiful Friends! Tall man + my uncomfortably upright carseat = Ha! More vodka then lemonade. Then vodka then coffee. Then bed.
Saturday.
ROAD TRIP. Bobette got a squeegee bath. Mum almost got us kicked out of Olive Garden for stealin’ breadsticks. Visitin’, yahtzee-in’, bed.
Sunday.
Drivin’ home. Normanin’, passin’ out.
Monday.
Workin’. Seein’ Christopher again. Talkin’ on the phone for hours. Realizin’ things are gonna be ok. Smilin’.
There. Now we’re all caught up.
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