hungover

11am

hungover. REALLY hungover. my stomach churns at the site of the bottle of Glenlivet in my kitchen. i lie passively in my bed waiting to die. this fuckin’ sucks.

4pm

Cindy and Jenny pick me up to get coffee. still hungover. my cognitive skills are coming back slowly but i still cannot process two and two.

i grab my Chai soy latte and we head to Golden Gate Park to throw frisbees and hack a sack. good time on a very beautiful day; too bad i had to waste half of it laying around like a piece o’ shit.

we decide to watch Mystery Men. funny movie. am i weird to find Jenny Garofalo attractive. i love her spunk. =P

10pm

we say bye to Ev and Matt before they head to the airport and catch the red-eye back to Chicago. bye Ev and Matt! buh-bye!