day 2

besides the hysterical pregnancy/allergic reaction i had at work that almost killed me, things are going well, no physical withdrawal symptoms yet.

30 days

today is the first day of no drink november. good luck to me.

not fun

praying on my unfortunate compulsive disorders my mother told me the cats may or may not have fleas. so instead of going on tonight, the one night i have off this week, i will instead be washing everything i own that fits into our washing machine.

oh no

today, whilst shopping with barb (read: mommy) for her birthday, our lovely j. crew attendant asked in honest sincerity if we were sisters. clearly barb was living for this. clearly my rapid aging is tailspinning out of control.

shoes4crews

will someone please remind me to buy new work shoes, because i think they are only slip resistant if they have a sole, and clearly mine do not.

october

not being able to drive is boring.

everyone at work has a pneumonia, they clearly got it from me. i hope they arent mad.

i may still be drunk, although that is a little surprising because its been several, several hours since i had a drink. that being said i may be having one of my autistic/sensory momentary issues right now whilst gleeking out to kristin chenoweths latest conquest.

but on the real for real october is totally my favorite. this month smells amazing. think about it. not only just the smell, its the ren fair, the pumpkin patches, haunted hayrides and apple picking. not to mention the fucking greatest non jewish holiday ever. plus i get to wear lots of fun layers.

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court

ugh my hair looks almost too good to nap today, but seeing as i just got back from court and my license has been suspended i dont really have a lot of options.

court is an awful place. also do not bring your mother. especially if in a previous life she was a lawyer (read: 10 years ago) because you had better believe that when things start going south for you somewhere deep within the pews of well dressed miscreants will come a, "your honor" followed by "im her mother, may i?"

thats when i blacked out. suffice to say it didn't help anything, and everyone now just knows that barb and i are "those people" you know the "well to do jews" who think they can just saw a few fancy words and walk away scott free.

either way i maintain the light was yellow and that i wasnt that drunk.

anne