to the cottage
sigh, i have post cottage blues, on top of pre-menses blues, good grief. i at least was able to crap infinity times yesterday, on top of the worst hangover quite possibly yet. i generously gave fil my last eno saturday when he had the spins, mistake. on the way home we had poutine and then a few hours later ordered chinese food. for real. i got a nice tan re-reading judy blume’s perverted summer sisters tale on the beach, it helped distract me from my hangover. now i get to figure out what to do with all my wrinkled clothes, i fuckin’ love overpacking. GOSH JEEZ.
