No Pride, but some Juice.

I was sick this morning. No, I'm not pregnant. I had a crazy, feverish, alcohol induced beach weekend and silly me though that I could continue living my life and go out for a few drinks, as if I were a pro. The contents of my stomach staring back at me this morning prove that to be unwaveringly untrue. If you tear up your stomach one weekend, you don't keep aggravating it later. That's what causes ulcers.

So, since I spent three or four days acting like a crazy rockstar (minus the cocaine, it was really the only thing missing), I didn't actually do any reading on the beach like I thought I might have. So my endeavor will start today. With Pride and Prejudice. Come on, its a shame that I haven't read it before.

In other news, my roommate got a "real" job working as a secretary of sorts from 8am-5pm M-F, while I got a job waiting tables at an Italian place. I'm taking care of her tiny poodle/mixed with something else dog, who is adorable, while I sit around as if I were still a college student, typing away and waiting to drive to singing lessons.

I should be scoring my sheet music...

Off I go.

Love, Clellan