You Can Hear the Ocean Roar


Speaking of drinking a lot . . .

Friday I woke up at sevenish. And ran to the bathroom. And spent almost a full two hours there.

No, I wasn't having a nice long luxurious bath. I had a nice "conversation" with a picture of Casey.

I really don't know what was wrong with me. I went to bed late on Thursday night and was fine. I thought maybe it was a delayed reaction from last weekend.

But now that I've heard about someone I know drinking several margaritas in one hour, I think maybe I was having a sympathy hangover!

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