Just Going To Write

And see what flows out.  I'm slightly drunk, so who knows where this will go.

So yeah, alcohol.  I managed to keep the spending low today while grocery shopping, so I bought some cheap assed whiskey and some sour mix.  They're fucking lovely, but I can so tell my alcohol tolerance is LOW.  This is what happens when you sober up.  I will say that it is doing a wonderful job of killing my body aches and pains.

Speaking of aches and pains, something weird happened today.  I was walking back from the school with my son and the mutt (because he has to come with me), and some lady stopped to talk to me outside the Catholic Theological Union.  When we were finished, she patted me on the back (high up, near my neck pain), and it just STOPPED HURTING.  I was like, "WTF?!?!"  Up until that point, it was throbbing and causing a nasty headache.  Then it just stopped.  Sooooo bizarre.  So now it isn't a dull ache that is causing a headache and sick feelings, but I CAN feel where the actual pain is now, so I know where to concentrate the Aspercreme and ice pack.  I couldn't figure it out before (possible swelling and numbness).  I still feel sort of woozy, but I'm drinking, so yeah.

My son is watching Madagascar 3.  Not impressed.  I didn't like the first two, so that's probably my problem.

This sour mix I bought for my booze is extremely thick and sweet.  It is also making my stomach burn, but I'm not going to waste it, so I'll just cut it with more whiskey.  I'm classy like that.

This is my ringtone.  It is entertaining as fuck when it goes off in public:




Hahahaha, I started playing it, and my son was like, "Is your phone going off?"

Ugh, a Katy Perry song.  Now I hate this movie even more.  I'm going to have to offset this shit movie with something better.

I'm listening to 90s music to drown out the crap on television.  Kid n Play.  Awwwwwww yeeeeeeeeah.

So my dog likes these molasses sugar cookies I made.  EVERY TIME I opened the oven to pull out another batch, he was underfoot, looking at me with his massive bug eyes.  He's lucky I love him, that spoiled cow.

I think I'm going to go buy me a pumpkin tomorrow.  I need to carve something up.  Aggression release!

Wow, my neck is less tense.  Damn, maybe it is all stress and I just need something to relax it.  If I had access to medical care, I'd be begging for pain killers.

This movie couldn't be more annoying.  It may disappear out of this house at some point.  FOREVER.