This week has been so long and boring, I'm so happy it's Friday.
Walking to the bus stop I was already thinking about coming home to a nice glass of wine. Wow. Drink much?
I haven't done much running since Monday since I miraculously injured my foot in my sleep. I've been icing and wrapping it, trying to wear flats, but let's face it, that just doesn't happen much.
I went on a POF date last night. The first one I've gone on from that site. We went to Barrio at 50th & France, had some drinks and chips and guacamole. It's was awkward and uncomfortable.
On the plus side though, I felt pretty. Oh so pretty, I felt pretty, and witty and bright!
I'm still working on my self portrait photo taking skills. Don't judge. Bad lighting, bad angle, bad everything, but I felt great! Until I finished my second margarita.
I'm 28, how do two, two drinks give me a hangover?
Thank you Caribou for saving my life this morning!