The weekend ...
-Muchmuchmuchmuchmuch too salty Emeril recipe for grilled salmon with sweet corn salsa which was yummy aside from the salt.
-Bottle of wine.
-Friend arrives in minor distress about relationship. Tequila is unearthed from recesses of freezer.
-Muchmuchmuchmuchmuch too much tequila is drunk.
-7:20 a.m. -- Cat is banging on bedroom door with force of gorilla. Head is throbbing with a feeling not felt since 2006.
-7:25 a.m. -- Cats have been fed, glass of water has been drunk, two excedrin have been taken. Lying in bed as still as possible.
-7:45 a.m. -- Stumble to toilet for unpleasant expelling of water and excedrin.
-8 a.m. -- Lying on couch as still as possible. Cats are jumping on me.
-8:15 a.m. -- Dry heaving. Oh, joy! How old am I, again??
-8:30 a.m. -- Lying very still in bed again with ice pack on head.
-11 a.m. -- Headache portion of Killer Hangover From Hell is gone. Nausea portion in charge now.
-12 p.m. -- Very slowly drink coffee, eat toast. Writhe uncomfortably on couch.
-2 p.m. -- Shower.
-3:15 p.m. -- I am somehow attending a housewarming party. Eating pile of fruit.
-5 p.m. -- I am somehow attending pre-season football game party. Eating pile of chicken wings.
-10 p.m. -- Home. Watching too much "Lost."
-9:30 a.m. -- Awake. Booo.
-10:30 a.m. -- Bacon and toast. Push eggs to side.
-11 a.m. -- Clean house with Wrath of a Madwoman.
-2 p.m. -- Eat McDonalds salad. I know. This is stupid.
-2:30 - 4 p.m. -- Clean house with Wrath of madwoman.
-4 p.m. -- Shower.
-4:30 p.m. -- nap.
-5 p.m. -- "Lost" marathon.
-8 p.m. -- Chipotle.
-9 p.m. -- Continue "Lost" marathon.
-12 p.m. -- Bed.