monsterjoe

Ughhh....

The party at Ramona's last night was great. This morning I'm not so great. My stomach insists on doing summersalts while the rest of me wants to stay very still.

I didn't drink a lot but I was smoking those foul cigarette thingies. Why did that seem like such a fine idea last night? I remember at the time thinking...

No, I wasn't thinking. That's the problem.

So now I get to go to work on a sour stomach. Serves me right.

Also, zombie paint is rather hard to get off...of my body.