[6:30pm]
Tipsy already from 1 big glass of red wine. Feel urge to text Long Distance Boyfriend “I love you”, but resist. Time to shower and get ready for work, and I don’t want to. I wish I lived in The Jetsons and could just step into a machine and step out and be ready to go. My huge blonde hair is my biggest asset (other than my height and weight), but Jesus Christ it takes a long time to do.
Was undecided about drinking tonight but picked up vodka on the way home anyway. Want a cocktail already. Debate the pros and cons of downing a caffeine pill, or one of the adderall left over from finals. Decide to not be a spastic mess of a stripper and get through it the old-fashioned way: alcohol and diet cokes a-plenty. It’s going to be a rough night.
