My friend, The Godfather came home from Miami yesterday and last night we drank two bottles of wine(he brought it). I was shitfaced, ripped, smashed. The new neighbors came over and I gave them a tour of the bungalow. Later on in my stupor I sent a drunken bizarro text message to *someone*. Gawd. I feel like such a dork. I apologize to the Universe and to you.
I just found a Hotwheels in the bottom of a glass of chocolate milk. I feel ill. My only redeeming thought is that today is Sunday. Enjoy.