its cold and i hate it.

based upon the title of this post, i don't know what brooke is talking about when she says i bitch a lot in my blog. nooooo idea what the F she's talking about. crazy lady.

we aged our livers some more last night. a lot more. and drank in a descending order: the first bottle of wine was 15.5%, the second was 15%, and the third, which i believe i spilled [sorry Jim's notebook] more than i a drank, was 14.5%. i don't know what is going through my head when i think that 14.5% isn't that high. that is a filthy lie. but it does seem like a little/lot less when you start off with 15.5%. if someone were to punch me in the face right now, i probably wouldn't react to it. i'm cold [probably due more to dehydration than anything else], tired [i don't know why i couldn't sleep later... probably all the sugar from the wine. oh- and because i'm excited to be hooooooome!], and i just ate a piece of cold left over pancake off jim's plate that he left on the kitchen counter. sweet.

i guess its time to shower... so we can begin our day? ugh. we need more time. we need to not leave this house all day. ugh [again]. i really just want to follow jj's lead and curl up in his bed and bask in the sunshine.