Um, I'm drunk

. Not
super-drunk, but definitely should NOT have driven the .33 mile home from Deb's house.
I'm an ass sometmes

.
Bad Bink. Bad bad Bink. I should be punished. But first I think I need a nap. Or some food. Maybe some tea

.
If I could think straight I'd remember all the shows I've been to this year, but, um, I can't and so I can't. There was that Green Day club show, the NIN stuff, the Vultures, and, um, . . . yeah . . . there was more, I KNOW it!! But . . . whatever

.
I need some tea, STAT. I still have to finish packing, fer cryin' out loud! Hope I didn't sound too goofy on the phone with my mom just now. Oops. Like Mom doesn't know I drink

. Still, the illusion of innocence is useful

.
STOP LAUGHING!!!
Ok, drink tea, finish packing, drink a bit more tea, sleep. Oh, and charg iPhone and iPod. Add Webster and Fonda dvds. Make sure the water to the washer's turned off, and the tvs are unplugged.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Over, and out.
Waaaaay out.
For now

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If I'm not back online by then, behave yourselves all y'all, and all you Yanks have a lovely Turkey Day! I'll be home Friday night

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Mmmmmmm, teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeea!