I'd say that was a sucessful "Call in Drunk" day.

Last night I drank. And then I continued drinking. And continued some more. And sobered up a bit, but realized there was no way in hell I was going to make it to work. Just no way. None. I couldn't put on pants and stop dancing!
So I called in drunk to work. Granted they think I have the flu, but whatever.

I then continued dancing and drinking. Probably till about 2pmish. Then I sobered up to head to my moms. Computer broke an hour before I had to leave and I was an hour late, missing dinner completely because I was busy turning the machine on and off hoping one of the times I turned it on, it would magically work again.

Ribs were delicious. Not as good as they have been, but I don't scoff @ Free food, yo. Note to self: You owe your mother a birthday card.

After ribs I sat around talking to my mom and petting the cat. Came back to the apartment and pretty much just passed out for the night. At this point I had been up 36 hours.
I woke up three hours later like "Alright! I'm up!"
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Body.

Oh Mutti, you know me so well!

Email I received from my crazy Mom.

"

HI its your loving wonderful mother who is missing her wonderful daughter. If your not busy on Monday we are having Rubens for supper.

Love Mom"

Haha, she knows the way to get me to come over. Bribe me with my favorite foods. God I miss her. I wonder if she'll agree to stopping over twice daily so I can bother her?

Apparently John is gay.

My dream told me so.


I went back to bed for a few hours. I feel a lot better now. My back is still a bit sore but the heating pad totally helped. Note to self: Sleep with that every night. Good plan, me!

So now I need to figure out breakfast/lunch.