Maybe it is speaking after all...

This morning I had the Hits-Moi shakes. Ah the shakes, my favourite after-effect of a night of drinking. Waking up after six hours of sleep, I realized I wasn't really hungover, but alas, as always, the dehydration shakes were kicking in. I vibrated into the shower and down to the streets, and shook my way through my afternoon and my shift at work. Hooray.

Hits-Moi being my new favourite night out, two weeks in a row of drunken dancing with my brilliant girlfriends definitely constitutes a favourite. Ah so. Its too bad that Roomie couldn't make it, since he'd already headed home for the long weekend.

And my opinions regarding the titles? Rapidly improving! It seems that absence does make the heart grow fonder. I miss him already, strangely missing something I didn't realize I was so attached to. Although... Rower showed up at the store today... Rower, who I constantly see on my way to class and who I thought had forgotten who I was (I know, tough to do, but two years later?). Anyways, I found myself, when confronted with his smiling questions about my wellbeing, promising that next time I saw him en route to class I would stop him and say hello. Ah me, where does all of this come from? As Krista said? When it rains, it pours.

Here is to thundershowers, and here is to me, looking forward to Tuesday like I never have before. I am back in an old role, and struggle as I do to avoid it, I cannot help but fall.