So all you fly mothers..

...get on out there and dance. Dance I say!

I'm so tiiiirrred. Of course I was late to work again. I forgot to close out my tab, so after I took Lori home, I went back to Neighbours. And of course got sucked into the dancing. I am nothing if not predictable. Another wobbly 3am arrival at home.

Tonight I finish up my laundry and various other camping prep and we leave bright and early in the morning. Should be an interesting weekend. I was flirting with going to Portland for the night, but the whole thing just reeked of effort. This way I can ride with Clint in comfort and not worry about my piece breaking down somewhere. And my favorite part of this whole impending adventure: it's a wedding reception. At Cape Disappointment. Oh, the irony.

These fucking fibroids are making my life hell right now. I need a morphine drip. At least.

And because it bears repeating...
One word
Seventeen letters:
Train wreck