Oh Brother

Time, 2:12 p.m.
Me, still in my p.j.'s.

I spent last night puking like a frat boy at a whorehouse. I woke up at 2 am, puke, 5 am, puke, 7 am, puke, and finally passed out til now. I am too old for this. Sorry I kept you up all night babe. As my pentance, I am going to go clean the toilets and trash cans that were unfortunate enough to be in my wake. Perhaps i will brush my teeth with the toilet cleaner thing, i think thats the only way to get the scum build up off of my tounge. I am armed with clorox, the charlie brown christmas soundtrack, and a quart of orange juice. So at any time during the day when things just feel to shitty to handle, think of me, in my p.j.'s, hair flapping to the east west north and south, toilet brush in hand, dancing to the linus and lucy song, puke be damned, toilet be cleaned. Good thing i can still blame it on my crazy twenties... It's a good cover story anyway.