My best hangover face. I’m just gonna lay in bed and eat Popsicles and drink gingerale because I need to. I made my poor boyfriend come to the mall and then I spent 50 dollars on tea for some reason.
UTERINE AGONY. I tried to fix it with a bottle of raspberry absolut vodka that Keith left in my freezer last weekend, and it worked. We don’t have any advil, but I found drinking alone + smoking several superslim menthol benson & hedges were JUST AS EFFECTIVE and also more fun.
Also I bought this thing on Ebay, I think, but I don’t really remember? I think it’s supposed to be a stag.
I didn’t even get an interview for the job I wanted, and I was so upset, but then I got over it and applied for like, 20 more mental health nursing positions, mostly in Ottawa and Toronto. Fingers crossed.
Last night at Crotch’s Boner. I am so seriously hungover today, but I had enough wits about me to at least bake my stepmom a birthday cake…strawberry lemon yogurt. SO GOOD.
I crave carbs like whoa when I’m hungover, so I made this and it’s probably the best hangover lunch ever. Penne with my homemade sauce, and some zucchini and cremini tossed in sriracha mixed in, with a buttload of parm. Now I’m just gonna lay in bed and watch Buffy and probably nap and maybe fall asleep and have sex dreams about Spike.