That's what friends are for - to sit next to you while you're throwing up (ew) and to hoist you into bed when all you can do is sit on the bathroom floor with your arms around the toilet bowl. Too many shots in too little time, oopsies. Intensely thankful for E, for looking after me.
Nursing my hangover with a mug of hot water (which is making me feel like puking but it seems like a logical remedy) and fretting over the amount of work that I have to get done later today. It's a most gorgeous day, though, almost 50 degrees F out and sunny. Picnic later, I'm happy :)
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett