Charity Ball came and went last night (maybe I'll post a pic of me all gussied up once I get the film developed--have to still finish the roll first). Not a bad experience, but I've still had better. There are a number of things that would have made my time there more enjoyable.
But I really don't want to get into them.
Just know that a mere three hours before the Charity Ball was supposed to start, I was curled up, weeping through the phone to my mother.
And now this morning (yes, morning--when you get to bed around four and wake up at 1 p.m., 2 p.m. is still morning) I just want to crawl back into bed. Would it be so wrong to hibernate today?
I think I deserve to.
But I probably won't.
I'm far too self-indulgent anyway.
Instead, I'll curl up in front of the t.v. with a bag of microwave popcorn and maybe a cup of coffee or two. I'll try to put my mind to working later on. Right now, nothing'll get done.
It's going to be another one of those days.
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