....hangover....groannn....

Why did I drink as much as I did last night? Ughhh... today has been painful. A few weeks ago, I ran into an old friend of mine at a bar and he suggested we hang out sometime. So last night, we went to a bar close to where I live, and hung out. I started with a beer. Then a shot of Chocolate Cake (yummy) and a Jaeger bomb, followed by a Jim Beam and Diet Coke. Cause you know, the Diet Coke really makes a difference at that point. Then a few more Jaeger Bombs, and a few more Chocolate Cakes, and a shot of Sambuca. Then a few more Jaeger Bombs. And I am not exaggerating. Then I came home, and passed out. Woke up to puke (yummy) and then back to bed. Then around noon, I attempted a bite of bread and a few sips of water. Bad idea. Homage to the Porcelain God again... I finally ate something and it stayed down, and I remember why I don't drink... ugh...

But hey, on the bright side, I'm off tomorrow. My place of business is closed due to the hurricane (Wiiiiillllmmmaaaaa), and I get paid to sit at home! Woo!

My Ficus!

Well, last night, on my way home from work, I receive a phone call from D. He asks me where my ficus is. I have a ficus tree that lives in the main hallway outside of my apartment. I ask him what does he mean... Well, apparently, my ficus is missing. I get home and sure enough, all that is left is a ring from the pot and a few leaves. Now, I have had this ficus since 98, and I was really upset at the fact that my ficus was gone!!! I knocked on all the neighbor's doors, and noone had seen poor Flugel (that is what I named him in undergrad).

So this morning, who is in the hallway? Flugel! And he won't tell me where he went!! I think he and the cute cactus down the hall eloped... She was missing too!