It's been a weird week.
There was Thanksgiving, and there was a slightly disappointing date with a guy, and there was a bloated and uncomfortable feeling that I'm willing to attribute to both occasions.
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Also, can one get a hangover from club soda? Is it possible that all the sodium in club soda will have the same effect as a grain of salt on a snail? In order to keep my faculties about me during my evening with Mr. Disappointing, I was sipping at Schweppes all night, and I woke up feeling like my head was being dragged along a the sidewalk. Now, I ask you, is that fair? Where is the justice in the world, when you stay sober on a bad date, and still wake up with a hangover?
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I'm currently without interesting words. I think it's because I'm actually trying to devote some real time to a piece of fiction lately, and have used up my quota of quality for that bit of scribble.
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Next time on The World As Mare Sees It - Mare's delayed report about the Jann Arden concert, and being surrounded by sentimental females and their disgruntled boyfriends. Yay!
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