The morning-after pill

I saw the sun rise this morning and not on purpose. It just kind of happened when I neglected to go to bed last night and instead sat out on my balcony with Sarah and Rebecca, eating brie and blabbing about who knows what, and thinking a little too hard about the stuff I always think too hard about, which means I woke up kind of sad this morning and have spent most of the day lying in bed with the cats. The windows are open and we've all been just lying in the sunlight, smelling the breeze, and listening to soccer practice in the field next door.

Tequila makes me crazier, I think, than I already am. If that's possible. When will they invent a pill that will eradicate the worry and shame you feel the day after you've christened spring with tequila and an apartment full of friends and, at one point, ceremoniously tromped through your living room, asking loudly if anyone's ever, um, lost a tampon? Because I need a whole crate of those pills.

The past few days have been pretty intense. I've barely had time to stop and breathe, but I seem to be happier when I'm busy. Sarah stayed with me for a couple of days and kept me entertained, and Fritz and his Fuckleberry Hound have been in town to visit and we've laughed and laughed at so many inappropriate jokes.

I'm amazed at how many ridiculously funny people I know. Having an apartment full of them makes me get all corny and sentimental. Oh my god, I am such a girl.

It's kind of a bummer that the apartment is empty now, but, well ... shit.