Harvesting the Crust from Your Eyes

In the morning (or afternoon in my case usually) do you ever feel scared to look at yourself in the mirror after a night of heavy drinking? You can FEEL the crust and layer of make up forming colonies on your skin because you were too lazy (or just not coordinate enough) to scrape it off your face the night before. Your tongue is dry and feels like sandpaper and you're afraid to run that tongue over your teeth because you might just taste something that can induce you to vomit. 

But damn was the party worth it.

It was my friend's "30th" Birthday Bash and it was held at her awesome apartment, where we drank disgusting amounts of wine and pink champagne. Retro and 80's music was blasting from the sound system and everyone was sharing drunken birthday experiences and how much Reader's Digest has screwed us all over one way or another.  Wine was spilled(of course by me) and luckily the majority of it landed on me so at least I won't be blamed for ruining some one's dress....just my own jeans. But apparently it's good luck, I seem to be lacking that as of late.

It was a much needed night out after the week I had.  Home life issues have taken a much quicker turn for the worse and let's just say that I shall be out of the house by summer time, maybe earlier.  I'm looking forward to it, I'm just not pleased by the circumstances...but that shall be explained on another blog. Someone is going to be bitten hard by Karma and it won't be me.  

I just noticed I have another wine stain...on my arm. Good grief I need a shower.  

Ya know, I'm pretty lucky to have the support from my friends.  And if it weren't for them to help calm me down and see the picture in black and white I'd be a whimpering mess and most likely on my way to another city.  So no amount of threats or asshole behavior can ruin my goals.  

Alright, time for me to get my ass out of bed and see the light of day....I'll try not to wobble too much...