it was not my intent to be hung-over yesterday and today.

sither had a dinner party wednesday night - i suppose i should be more careful with pulled pork (my first meat aside from bacon in about a month,) tequila shots, wine and true and pure czechoslovakian absinthe (which tasted strangely like uzo, but was brighter than mtn.dew.)

i did not see any visions mind you, but it certainly kicked me right and good. the next morning it was quite hard to type, let alone ride the bus to work. i was so insane to even be at work, but there were things to do and i am the only one to do them. today is hangover day two - yes two - today is the headache. at least the nausea is gone.

note to self: absinthe shots are not for the weak of stomach, especially if you get sicky every time you drink anyhoo. think slow, think sip.

{Dlle}hi, what's up?
{Stvn}hey, how are you?
{Dlle}not much.

how does that conversation make sense? i just overheard that one and it reminded me of a similar one a few days ago on the phone with a co-worker - she totally ignored my question and gave a canned answer to her own greeting. *shakes head* i stopped her as soon as possible and asked her what she wanted from me, there was obviously and agenda involved. the level of care here amazes me. jehovah - i hear nonsensical greetings implying care all of the time, but mostly it is people talking to satisfy courtesy before they ramp up the question/want/need - makes me ill, it does.

tonight tt and i are off to see YES. not quite sure what to expect, but i am positive the concert air will be filled with even more marijuana then the cure, david byrne, etc. jeez. funny how clubs here are "smoky" even if smoking ciggs is outlawed inside. they seem to almost encourage the smoking of pot - or at least do not care the least bit.

bonus.