I can't remember my drink, I was usually so blitzed I'm surprised I remembered where I lived. I did prefer liquor over beer or wine, and the occasional margarita or pitcher of Long Island Ice Tea. These days I'm not exactly a party girl. When I say the hard stuff I'm talking about Mt. Dew!

Earlier I thought I was going to the ER, I cut the bottom of my foot on the vent cover and it was bleeding so much I thought I'd need stitches. After applying pressure it stopped, so I cleaned and bandaged it and stayed home. Hurts like the fiery pits of hell and reminds me to watch where I'm going.

Good night Couchies. . .