Oy. Right now I'm remembering why I don't go out on weeknights-- I hate feeling the way I'm feeling right now. Just a leeeeetle bit hung over. Went out with a bunch of friends last night to celebrate Valentine's Day. It was very very fun.

Some people get mean when they drink, some people get wild, some people get sleepy. Me? When I'm drinking, the one thing I have no control over is my relationship with my cell phone. Yes. I am a drunk dialer. If I called you last night-- sorry. I don't know what it is, I just feel compelled to call people and tell them I love them. Oy. Oh well. I suppose it could be worse.

Did I mention I'm tired?