I'm itching to write today - a letter mostly. Letter writing is my drunk dialing. Safer, but much more difficult for me.
Did I mention I've been drinking since noon? It has been a long difficult weekend full of family. So what started as a beer at noon to help clear out the cooler, has rapidly become Mr. Pants saying in an accusatory tone "Are these all your empties?!" while pointing at the line of Corona and Land Shark (the Jimmy Buffet Beer) bottle lining the counter, their limes sadly squeezed and laying in the bottom of the bottles.
So am trying to sober up enough to cook dinner, dye my hair and enjoy The Waterhorse.
So what's been going on? I never write here anymore. I saw The Cure in May and I'm going to see them again this coming Saturday at Radio City Music Hall. I'm very excited. They were excellent in Philly, possibly the best I've seen them in the last 20 years.
I think a nap is in order.
