Okay, more like rum & Cokeville but same idea. Drank so many I lost track and then threw up around 3am. Am I living the life or what? Thank goodness I'm bound for a dry county, I need to clean my act up.
I did a little scrapbooking today and realized I was missing a book and supplies which are no doubt in Mark's storage room. It turns out I am missing some clothes too. I'm hoping since I was nice enough to mail his pics that he'll be nice enough to look for my shit. I also thought about a will/DNR and that I would like him to be Rupert's guardian if I pass. Looks like I've got a longish email to send.
Legs still hurt like hell but only if I move them or something (cats for example) touches them. I'm talking to myself about the pain but it's what I signed up for, right?
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