Born on the 5th of July!
Blah blah blah blah, today feels like my stomach is trying to birth a new one, or rip off an old one from a pious, nunlike young lady that doesn't get unintelligible cravings for cookies. Wow - can you imagine if I switched stomachs with someone who hadn't been drinking and abusing painkillers for years and years? It would be like the rapture, the second coming, the miracle of all miracles, judgment day, etc. It might be the best idea ever!
This weekend was a long one, but went by very quickly for those of us who have taken to publicly documenting our babyshambles. Friday night began with Sparks, and after three days of God knows what, it ended last night with Sparks. And beer. Lots of beer. Lots of fatty-boom-balatty beer. Good news, however - I didn't ruin a single pair of shoes, nor did I fall down any stairs. The rest shall remain undisclosed.
2005-07-05 | 2:29 p.m.
