Ugh.

I feel this shitty today. Let's just say that there were a few unnecessary shots of SoCo and lime last night. Yep. SoCo is now on "the list" (as are 'buca [ugh] and AfterShock [oh, dear]). I can't believe it's now almost ten o'clock and I still feel this shitty. Oh, and if you can't tell from the picture, I'm bespeckled with broken blood vessels on my face. I look so pretty.

Anyway, so it's been just about a month. The sabbatical was unexpected - March was a long month... Stuff happened (how descriptive) that I may choose to write about later, but now is not a good time (how cryptic). All I'll say for now is that March was not an excellent month (although, as anticipated, my weekends were awesome).

But I'm hopeful. I walked to the park today (longest walk to the park, ever) and took a nap under the clear blue sky and read the latest issue of "Self" and inside was my April horoscope. It said, "As for 9 to 5, an exciting opportunity surfaces near the 8th. Be ready to act fast." And that was really creepy. More on that later (hopefully).

But back to how shitty I'm feeling - yeah. I'm going to bed now.