Slightly Sleep Depraved

Actually in my case, I think it's sleep depraved

Home.
Sweet.
Bed.
ZZzzzzzz…..

Sleep deprived from Monkey.  Totally out of practice with the whole out all night drinking thing. I don’t think we did too bad!

No one threw up. (That we know of.) Everyone made it back to their own room at the end of the night. (That we know of.)  No inappropriate hook ups between friends. (Once again. THAT WE KNOW OF.) And aside from my one late night absinthe fueled hysterical breakdown about my impending due date, no drunken breakdowns.

So yeah. Not your average Vegas trip.

And I even waited till I was in my room to break down, so, yeah, that was good.

I mean, for a hysterical drunken breakdown.

But at least about now I’m too worried about gathering myself and getting my game face on for my 4 hour adult baby session this afternoon to worry about the fact that today is my due date.

It’s like better emotional health through hangovers.

But really. Isn’t that pretty much what chemo is? Shooting poison into the body until the unwanted cells leave. So really, this is pretty much just a lighter, over the counter version.

I have tons of pictures and a couple care packages for a give away, but will need at LEAST one more nights sleep before I can figure things out like, photo album plug ins and giving away porn.

Right now I have to concentrate on important things like making coffee and NOT doing the Mommy Dearest and the Wire Hanger role-play I would like to do.

See. This is one of those times I would just have said NO. I can’t possibly see you today. But instead, it came out all, “Of cour$e I will $ee you today becau$e I just $pent all my money on $hoe$ and ab$inthe.”