I spent the next few hours pacing and thrashing about before finally pulling out the sofa bed and allowing the Tylenol PM take effect.
I woke up feeling hungover which is a typical reaction.
This is just a long and convoluted way of saying that I don't really feel like writing today. Of course, in the time it took me to write this I could have written something far more entertaining.
Instead I'm going to share some of the Tweets I've posted on Twitter over the last few days and weeks.
Drinking on Cinco de Mayo and St. Patrick's Day is like only going to church on Christmas and Easter. Doesn't count.
Opened up a bottle of wine but didn't like it so we tossed it out and opened another bottle. The lesson? Drink responsibly.
Tomorrow we will all celebrate Barfo in the Cinco de Mayo.
My sprained pinky is taped to my ring finger in the "Live Long And Prosper" position.
I watched House and Medium tonight instead of Lap Dancing With The Stars. Although, if it really was called Lap Dancing With The Stars...
Just ran three miles in the cold and rain. I'm as miserable as a cat that's stepped in syrup.
I just saw baby ducks. They didn't look anything like their dad. I think mommy duck has some explaining to do.
It's quite frightening when my husband gets angry with electronic equipment. It's a good thing he can't marry a Fembot.
I'm still planning our trip to Hawaii. I can't decide between snorkeling, kayaking or waterboarding.
I'm about to drink a glass of $30 bourbon while watching a $1 movie rental. It's all about priorities.