sleepy

So, last night consisted of drinking heavily, socializing with old friends, & parading my dog around like a Miss America contestant. I think the feature of his that won people over was his constant sleepy face & lovable wrinkles. I am running on 6 hours of sleep, 1 sandwich, & a Tylenol. Being at work is fabulous! I can't wait to go home & veg the fuck out. I'm running low on cash because I bought too many damn clothes for myself, haha! I am an undiagnosed shop-a-holic. HELP! I'm sorry this blog is so self-involved, every sentence begins with "I". These posts should be private journal entries instead of being on display to whatever spooky character is reading them. BOO.