My ankle hurts

Yesterday I attended and was showcased at Jessica’s school as a zebra. I know what you’re thinking, and yes, I did it willingly. I went to her school half an hour away, mind you, (which doesn’t bother me all that much since I had to stop at a store to do a little shopping anyway) and sat in a chair with my face in my own boobs while Jessica scrunched my head so far down so she could do inverted french braids to make a Mohawk. I can’t help that I am of tall stature!
I then waited for almost an hour to parade down a zig zagged makeshift runway past a ton of people who just stare, and show my head and nails to some judges.
And this was all in very uncomfortable heels.

After all that good business, I did a little shopping then met up with my friend Kelly and her boyfriend Jeff. We all agreed that we were starving so we went a mile or two over to “The Bar” and ate some food. When the waitress came over she told us that it was happy hour and the special was double bubble which meant buy one get one free. So there we sat with six rum and cokes, two for each of us, and before you know it, we were all happily buzzed and conversing. After the drinks we then went across the street and bought some more booze at the grocery store, and went back to Jeff’s house, got a little more drunk, and then conversed some more. Once we were all a little warm in the face we decided to go back to “The Bar” to play pool and drink a little bit more.
While I drank and drank and got happy, I almost forgot the fact that I had to work the next morning for twelve hours, so I figured I better get some sleep before sitting on my ass for twelve hours stewing in old alcohol and headaches. (At 4a.m.)

The next morning I woke up at 9:00am not hungover one bit, but super tired and groggy.

Moral of story: Drink the night before work. Apparently that is a cure all for a hangover, even though I hate to admit it.

Now I’m going to slump over in my chair and learn how to sleep with my eyes open.