lovely rough night
the busride home was a struggle to keep my drunkdrunk eyes open.
but i made it.

brandon's farewell party was kickass
we had it down at scott's gallery
martha put the whole thing together marvelously. a big crowd showed up and ohhhh
what fun. this morning my brain felt like a walnut rattling around in its shell.
ouch.

saturday with bad television.
on the couch with a blanket and duck keeping me
warm.