i bitch when it's busy, i bitch when it's quiet, i know ...
My feet have blisters from walking so much in vegas. There are blisters in between my toes. It's going to take a decent amount of alcohol to get me dancing tonight.
I'm already getting specific beer reqests texted to me for tonight. Yes, honey, i'll get your Imperial Stout.
I picked up more of my perfume while I was in vegas. I can smell it on my hands when i rub my eyes and try to wake up. It's comfortingly familiar.
ugh, still tired. feeling bloated, lazy, apathetic ... coming home from a vacation is always depressing. Especially since i still can't see Michael until tonight, and he's what i wanted to come home to.