So I’m still seriously freaked out about tomorrow, but I think my vision is a little better than it was yesterday. Also, I got in touch with my family doctor just before his office closed on Friday and he called in a prescription for a couple of Valium to get me through the day. I love him.
Also, I discovered that a large part of my super-toxic mood on Friday was likely the result of the early arrival of my period. Thanks, hormones…that’s just what I needed! Where the hell is that early menopause I ordered?
I see little Tommy Terrific’s team won today, in spite of him. Dandy. Still the most occupationally fortunate man since Ringo Starr. I can hardly wait for the next two weeks of Hoodie Hype.
I’m having a little love affair with this guy. Don’t tell the twins–they’re jealous little beasts.
A little required reading…
Aaaaand the New York Giants are going to the Super Bowl! If I had told you that two months ago you’d have had me fitted for hard restraints. The best thing about it is that Manning haters across the nation have begun planning their ritual suicides.
Time for all good little crippled girls to sign off and take some Tylenol P.M. Assuming I survive tomorrow’s gauntlet, I’ll be updating again. After I allow myself a little Sephora splurge. I’m thinking this in Pomegranate. Or Peony?
