sheepish
15 November 2002 at 11:50 am

i do not smoke parliaments, if i can help it. for some reason, nothing but badness comes from a night of smoking parliaments. last night? no different.

i sent aaron to get me cigarettes so i could have some after work, because i knew i would be dying for one. indeed, i was. i started my promotion yesterday, and it wasn't that big of a deal (a bit of controversy, but whatev). the problem came around 4pm with the biggest fuckhead of a migraine i've had in months. of course, it was the first day of my period, just to add insult to injury. yuk.

anyway, so i meet aaron at a pizza place with this horrid headache and he's drinkin with all his work buddies, which was fine because i didn't really want to go home. we spend a good 2 or 3 hours drinking there (yay not being IDed when in large group) and i was hitting on all the waitresses because, yes, i am that hip. we were about to go when one of aaron's friends asked us to go smoke.

so i took one hit off a joint and oh. my. god. i was dead to the world. how i drove home, i do not know, but aaron went straight to bed after i pushed him up the stairs. i headed for the bathroom and threw up every last bit of stomach grossness that i could, had a bit of bagel and mac and cheese and promptly tossed that right back into the w.c. i watched some tv until around 2 -- scintillating -- and then wandered into bed. I. Felt. Like. Poop.

but i'm better today, even though i had to work at 8. yuk.

why must the second day of the period be so much worse than any other day? i feel like poop still, but natural poop, not substance-abuse poop. there are differences, people.

we start the movie tonight and hopefully finish filming it tomorrow so i can celebrate with our IDs, which should have been fedexed today, and tomorrow night, it is all about the girls.

anyhoo. this is day 2 of monster migraine and i suppose i should be focusing on work or something.

in case you were wondering, oreo jello is a godsend.

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Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.