last night in celebration of completing the aforementioned tasks, paul said we should drink wine. ginny, paul, and i consumed three bottles of wine while watching last thursday's o.c. episode and the mst3k episode of deathstalker 3: the warriors from hell. i had a nice little drunken phonecall to nancy and shortly afterwards i could be heard puking up the falafel sandwich i ate at sultan's market earlier. i woke up with the most massive headache i can ever remember having and as a bonus, nausea!
i think i've finally flushed my system out. i'm at the point where i feel equal parts starved and like i might throw up again. i'm going to attempt to eat my leo's leftovers from saturday morning and read here kitty kitty, which is kind terrible when the last three books i read were all amazingly good reads (the crying of lot 49 by thomas pynchon, amped: notes from a go nowhere punk band by jon resh, and stripping and other stories by pagan kennedy). this novel feels like an aging ny hipster was trying to crank out a soap opera polaroid of her life before she forgets her glory days. yikes. yeah, it's pretty bad so far, but i'm only 35 pages into it.
