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I have one of those random hangovers that only beer and sleeping through the dinner hour can cause. Stayed later than I thought I would, drank more than I planned to, found myself in parkette getting twisted up tight in a swing by a blue eyed boy who seemed to find me interesting. He let go and I squealed, trying to hold on, trying not to yarf. He does hair among other things and spent the whole night trying to tease my frizzy hair out of its shy ballerina bun. When he finally got it out and began examining it, fingers to scalp I’d be lying if I said I didn’t close my eyes and lean into it a little bit.

So now I’m hungover and dumping sand out of my shoes. I wasn’t supposed to meet any boys right now (casting suspicious smirk at universe).

Have to clean a bit today once my stomach can handle it. Then painting at Jane’s, then we’re leading a group venture to Come As You Are having decided that certain things shouldn’t be purchased in places that also sell novelty items.

Today I am thankful for the blueberry banana loaf Kristen gave me. I should be ready to eat it in about an hour. Also to the small carton of milk Carole bought for her baby and left in my fridge so that I may put it in my coffee. Namaste.