imagine my voice saying these words; then take another xanax.

now, we have sore throats.

so now both M and i have sore throats and are sick in that shitty, fever-and-achey way. we’re both lying on the couch, sharing a blanket and a 12-pack of ginger ale.  we had some pizza.  what i really want is some chips and salsa, but my throat would be angry at me.

tomorrow is sunday, and we are anticipating more of the same.

st patrick’s day is on tuesday. come hell or high water, i am going to have a good old irish time. i don’t know exactly what that will entail yet, but i’m excited. aren’t you?

woo.