walk of shame

have you ever had one of those morning where you wake up with a bad feeling -- beyond the hungover, tired, bloated, want-to-puke-but-not feeling? i'm talking about the panicked, confession-inducing guilt that comes from a drunken mistake you can't quite remember. this was one of those mornings.

first things first, i rolled over to make sure it was my husband laying beside me and not some hot stranger i would have to try to kick out. when that checked out, i tried to replay the previous night's events in my head. 1) got home 2) picked up a bit 3) paid some bills 4) cut out magnum's business cards 5) started drinking morgan and pibb 6) listened to creighton/nebraska baseball game that i was supposed to be at but didn't go to because it was cold out 7) talked politics with magnum 8) played around on the comput.... oh fuck. it hit me.



i started a myspace page.