This Post Brought To You By The 'Night time, Sniffling, Sneezing, Coughing, Aching, Stuffy Head, Fever...' Medicine, My Favorite Shot, NyQuil

Friday SUCKED. I'm not getting into it, but take my WORD for it that it SUCKED ASS.

Friday night I went out with Whysper and friends even though I was coming down with a fucking cold and was feeling AWFUL. After a dose of DayQuil (which I love nearly as much as NyQuil), I went to the club. I threw caution to the wind (as well as the health of my precious liver) and drank. Luckily due to my consumption of DayQuil prior to my arrival at the club it did not take much to get me drunk and I was wide awake. I can totally vouch that DayQuil before clubbing will make it more interesting and cheaper to get drunk. Highlights of the club: They wouldn't let me wear my super cute hat in (bastards!), I wore my light up ho shoes and they ROCKED!, small amount of booze and I was drunk, Dukes of Hazard was very cute and fun to flirt with but ultimately WAY to young, Fat Chickie plotting to kill a stupid man at the club, then Fat Chickie making peace with said man, THEN Fat Chickie almost getting into a BAR FIGHT! What fun! Well it was fun. Until my DayQuil wore off... Then it sucked. It wore off about 1 am a long with my DRUNK and we left the bar at 2 am and went to Taco Cabana for cheap Mexican food. Whysper and I left there at 3 am amid my anguished pleas to leave so I could blow my nose in private and medicate myself heavily before I had to go back to WORK.

Saturday came to damn quickly but thanks to the miracle of medical science I did manage to make it to work and was awake. I finished up work, took a nap and headed to spend the evening with Bubbles. We had a most interesting dinner of sushi, latkes and Ben & Jerry's. And drinks, of course drinks, I hadn't done enough damage to my liver so I had to have a couple of drinks. Late that evening we went to the store to get me some more cold medicine as I hadn't brought mine with me and I NEEDED it. As we checked out Bubbles grabbed my NiQuil and handed it to me saying I needed to take some now and the checker said "Oh no girl. She'll be asleep in the car if you do that." Then she proceeded to tell us how she had taken a bunch of NiQuil while she was pregnant. hehehe. Before heading back to Bubbles' place we made a detour to a sex shop and had the MOST fun walking around and discussing what is good and what isn't. I made a major purchase of a top of the line vibrating egg - 16 vibrations and 5 speeds... Oh yeah, if you don't hear from me in a few days, send someone to get me... Preferably a hot mansicle with a supply of batteries! (I bought several samples of different top of the line lubes so I'm good to go there, just send the man and the power!) No I haven't actually field tested it yet, but I'm about to head to bed and *ahem* do some research. (I'm not sure if this little beauty counts toward the MAXIMUM of 6 BOB's I'm allowed to own legally in the state of TEXAS... But if it does... Then I may be breaking the law now! Cool!)

Sunday came along too soon again. Still tired and sick. Work was short, thankfully, nap was nice when I got home. THEN it happened. K got home with the Little People. And when I saw them and that their HAIR WAS CUT I felt the veins start to bulge in my head, my eye balls were replaced with white hot flames and the skin on my head peeled back to reveal my ghasltly skull complete with horns. I was super pissed. Especially after seeing that my adorable blond curly haired baby with a fucking mullet!!! I did manage to make it look less repugnant, but I'm still super pissed that she has bangs and her hair is chin length now. Super Girl didn't fare much better as she has some shitty looking bangs and her hair tapered around her face and a shoulder length layered bob. No I'm not a happy camper about that. It's really a shame I don't take antidepressants anymore. But I'm trying to get to a HAPPY place on that, I mean after threatening many people's lives for this act of malice, I NEED a happy place. I don't have a gun after all, and I doubt Bubbles would talk Toast into bringing me a gun under the circumstances. Damn it.

OKAY, enough of my bitching, I'm off to bed for some 'research'.