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I had a nifty title for this post thought up, however this splitting headache I have has forced me to forget it. My head feels like a dump truck backed up to it and let out a big fat load of concrete and arrows; all to be deposited in my brain. Don't laugh, it's not funny. Last night, we had some people over for dinner and consumed waaaaaay too many bottles of wine. 12 to be exact. Wine goes down so damn easy. Chris drank so much he passed out before everyone left. He puked too. HA. I did not puke (this time). I just have a pounding headache.

Jason, who Chris works with, and his wife, Stacey came over, along with Tyler, Stephanie and Gary. Stacey was a ham. She kept us entertained all night. I totally like her and hope to hang out with her soon. Gary was wasted and Jason had to wrestle his keys away from him to keep him from driving home. He ended up staying here last night, but I took him to get cigarettes before passing out. I got to drive his sweet ass car though, so it cancelled out the fact that I hate cigarettes and I was more than happy to drive him to buy himself cancer sticks.

Anyway, my kitchen is a wreck and my head will not stop pounding. I'm about to pop a hole in some Advil LiquiGels and squeeze the liquid in my ears and possible up my nose. We have to go to Jason & Nicky's at 2pm for Halloween stuff. I'm really hoping that my head starts feeling better by then. Just imagine if someone was hitting you repeatedly with a hammer, in the head. That's how it feels. OUCH.

I have a paper to write. The draft is due tomorrow. I have nothing except a very disorganized outline. I call it Outline ala Dana B. It makes sense to me and that's all that counts. Proper outline be damned! Hopefully tomorrow at work I can cram out a few pages. Homework sucks my ass.

I'm watching I Love the 80's right now. I love this show. They're doing 1982. I love how they bring up all the shit I had forgotten about. Like, eraser pens and mesh shirts.

Well, I need to stop typing now because the sound of my keys clicking is hurting my head. Owie. Stacey took some pictures of last night, so as soon as she sends them to me, I will post.