Been traveling and was waiting out the end of the world, but since that didn’t happen, I guess I should post.  My snot-filled head really cannot come up with anything clever, so look at this:

Seriously?

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Had to go to the pharmacy yesterday and give a DNA sample plus sign over my first-born in order to get some “real” Sudafed (thanks a LOT, meth-heads!).  Now I have completely lost my appetite, which is a good thing, since all this traveling and eating like I am on vacation has made it pretty much impossible to zip up any of my pants.  In fact, one pair split.  I am not making that shit up, either.  If things don’t change, I’ll have to acquire an eating disorder again or something.  One good thing about me quitting smoking:  I can smell food now.  And it all stinks to me.  Too bad liquor doesn’t.

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Pseudo-arguing with the non-BF about my taste in music.  All that early 90s club music and I guess the descriptions of what I wore (ahem, sort of wore) in the clubs…yeah, I had to come up with the disclaimer that I was a LOT skinnier then.

Me:  “Shut the hell up, I’m dancing, it’s better than me hacking up half a lung in the garbage can, bitch.”

Yeah, tonight is gonna go well.  I’m off to OD on Sudafed, some kind of numbing throat lozenges and a hot toddy.  Wake me up when this shit has passed.  Happy holidays if I don’t emerge from this funk in the next few days. XO.