I put a spell on you, you'll fall asleep...
Last night, as I was riding the train (pre-drinking), I was thinking about adding a very, very angry diary entry to be directed at someone, and include their name and just have at it. And today, I realize (post-drinking) that it's probably a good thing I didn't do it. Like, a real good thing. Why go knocking on graves, right?
So, I have been on penicillin for my foot for approximately 24 hours, and the thing is starting to look better. However, my social life is going to start suffering, as Colleen + penicillin + whiskey = a drunken, raging disaster. In New Mexico, we call it "pulling a Juarez." There's a distinct reason for this.
2005-08-06 | 2:10 p.m.
