Last night, I had a glass of wine and a huge chunk of fudge. Actually, let me back up a bit. I had one large glass of wine before, during and then after dinner (one glass for those three times, not one glass for each of the three times). I actually began drinking most of it right after dinner. So I'm happily downing my glass of chardonnay when Blake says to me, "come on, we have to pack stuff." Whoa mister. You're kidding right? Do you see this ginormous glass of alcohol in my hand? Yes, he saw it and yes, he still wanted my help packing. I think I helped... in between sips of wine. Carrying heavy boxes was a little out of my capabilities, but I remember packing books.
Then I sat down to a chunk of fudge almost the size of the palm of my hand. I finished that, finished my wine and promptly felt sick to my stomach. I thought it was the alcohol and chocolate, but I woke up this morning with a sinus headache and a bad case of the sniffles... allergies. And I was so tired this morning that I forgot to take anything. So I'm sitting at my desk and my eyes are just refusing to stay open. I must be driving everyone crazy with my quiet sniffles. I think this office is the most popular spot on the East Coast because the phones are ringing of the hook. It's pretty weird to be this busy on a Tuesday morning.
Oh wait, the phones are silent.... let's see how long the lull lasts...
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