It's 10:30 p.m. and I'm drunk.

I should have had something to eat before I had that bottle of Jackson-Triggs Merlot.
the above should be considered the disclaimer that goes with anything else I say tonight

So, what am I doing? I"m baking a pan french fries to eat. It's 10:30. This might not be one of the smartest things I've ever done drunk. not to self: don't forget the fries or they'll burn and the alarm will go off and you'll die of fright and then the fries will catch on fire and burn the apartment building down and they'll find your chard drunken ass in the rubble.

Remember to drink lots of water before you go to bed.

I can't believe how short my short term memory is when I'm loaded because I know I logged into LJ to say something monumentally important and now I can't remember how I even logged in.

kare is a bottomless well of lauxes aids information and I'm the first one signing up if she ever holds seminars. please bring the visual aids if you do
Note to self: encourage Kare to hold lectures.

I read a wicked [is that spelled right?!] fic today that cathybites and bossymarmalade co-wrote that had me all hot and bothered for hours!!! If I could focus for more than 30 seconds at a time I'd have linked to the story, but no. not gonna happen. not tonight. bothered!!!
maaaaaan, am I going to pay for this in the morning.

I'm going to go check how crispy my french freedom fries are and see if I can find any Wendy's ketchup packets to squirt onto them suckers.

Water. Must.Drink.Water.

edit: mXc is fucking hillarious. The log roll rules. and...good night