Time To Suck It Up
Eich, the party is in three hours and I feel like someone just thew a metal garbage can (you know, the kind Oscar the Grouch lives in that makes a LOT of noise when thrown around) over my skull. Then they picked it back up, wilted lettuce and orange peels and all, and rolled it like a bowling bowl all the way down the street until it slammed into my back. Then, while I was lying there on the cold, wet concrete with trash and decomposing rat tails in my hair, they ran over and put a boot in my eye.
But, yay, party!
