Here is a big ol' sleepy pig.
So, remember how yesterday I was joking around about needing alcohol and pills and stuff just to get through the day? Well, apparently I didn't have enough. I got slammed with a migraine and had to go home this morning just a couple of hours into the day. Yes, I did get a day off, but no, it wasn't much fun. I basically went straight to bed, and didn't wake up again until after three. I didn't even eat anything until around six, and you all know what an amazing food eater I am. Whacky, huh?
I felt better after I got up this afternoon, but I'm still all hazy fazy. My synapses aren't quite firing like they normally do and I find myself thinking something, and then I'll forget that train and go,"Whaaaaat?" all slow, like I've been pulling bongs all night.
Because I'm so out of it, I'll end with this one thing and put us all out of our misery until tomorrow when I hope to be back to my normal, scary self.
When I was walking back home this morning (it was about forty degrees out), I saw this girl walking toward me wearing a tight pair of jeans and a white wife beater tank top, with nothing other than her false eyelashes, day-old, caked on make-up and Burberry scarf tied around her neck to keep her warm. Through all my pain, I was still catty enough to wonder why she didn't just wear a sign that said, "To all you boys who like your women on the crazy side, I'm too psycho to even feel the cold" It would have accomplished the same thing as her outfit. Yeah, and I suppose I could have skipped writing this paragraph and written, "Meow" instead. It would have accomplished the same thing too.