1-I’m still drunk.
2-Remember yesterday when I was talking about this whole singles mixer and was like “It’s so grown up” ? Umm, yeah, I’m a moron. Apparently “singles mixer” means “high school all over again.” Akward social interactions, drinking too much, making out with random people (I’m not saying I made out with random people, I’m just saying making out with random people happened within the realm of
high school the party.) If I were a sociologist, I would have had a field day with last night, but alack, I’m not a sociologist, I’m just a girl. A girl with too much beer in her system.
Sausage, Egg and Cheese on a Roll
Orange Mango Honestade
I need to go take a nap under my desk.
Seriously the weirdest salad ever, but after this mornings soak-up-the-excess alchohol sandwhich, I felt like I needed some vegetables. The salad included lettuce (duh), tomato, cucumber, green olives, feta cheese, egg salad, no dressing.
Oh, and a cup of green tea.
Is it weird that I’m starting to look forward to the SELF Challenge?