Ilovethesmelloffouro’clockinthemorning

Uggghhh. How can I feel hungover? I didn’t even go out last night. (And I had only a glass of wine with room service for those of you keeping score at home.) I hate traveling across time zones, unless there’s Turkish coffee involved.

One thing is fun, though: you’re entitled to make ridiculous statements like, “What time did I go to sleep? TWO A.M. (local time). What time did I get up? FOUR A.M. (my time).” Heh. You get to be such a martyr, if a retarded one.

I’m off to hunt for coffee and then get out the paper napkin the booth display diagram was sketched on and pick up my union guy. What? it could be fun. I had it pinned to my wall at six different angles last night and I think I’ve got it now.

Unless that was Dylan’s Picasso.

such vivid use of color! Is that a conference table?

Comments

Ben Ben said on...
05.06.06 at 04:45 AM |

Around here we call that “before the butt crack of dawn”

Have fun with your union guy!

joeyBagO'donuts said on...
05.06.06 at 10:39 AM |

Hey Ohh!

It sounds like she already had fun with her union guy
...pinned to the wall at six different angles last night…

Ironically, Mindy feels like she has a hangover when apparently it was her union guy who, like a picture, was hung-all-over the wall…

Just drivin by-by

cool smile

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