Alcohol makes me flush, too. Worse when it makes my chest and neck flush, but not my face. Then it's not even *fetching*, it just looks stupid.
Oh god, self-evaluations are due tomorrow. My boss emailed that she "doesn't want one-liners". Apparently we're really supposed to put some *thought* into it this time. Like it matters. I resent this way more than it's worth, and I'm not even sure why.
Love the hat, msbelle! So fetching!
Oh, yeah, I flush bad when I drink. So I only ever drank around my buddies who already knew it would happen and that I wasn't that wasted, honest. Well, and bands. But bands don't care.
Today I managed to stop working at a mostly reasonable time, went to the gym for an hour, emptied the dishwasher, paid bills, sorted paperwork, and even managed to prepare and eat dinner by 9pm for the first time in a while. Then I donated to charity, renewed my renter's insurance, and have banged out 400+ words and counting on this story.
I think I deserve a drink now.
I'm a frustrated mama and I have four mini bottles of Fernet next to me. I must resist. Just so tired of beating a dead horse. I should just haul my tush to bed.
The Plan B decision makes me livid, and I'm on the opposite side of the actual abortion issue from most everyone here.
RIP Christopher Hitchens.
I just read about Hitchens.
msbelle, super cute hat. Also, I love the cloche that you are wearing in your self-portrait.
I am so tired that I'm beyond. But I have a presentation at a conference on Saturday (my time slot? 7:30-8:15... yeah. I'll have no one). I must put that shit together.