Super Full Sunday

If I ever see another bite of chili it will be the end of me.

Oh. My. God. I've never eaten so much in a long time. I had Super Bowl Sunday over at a friend's house from work. It was great to enjoy new company, since I've been used to hanging out with the same bunch of people all the time.

Now I've stuffed myself to the point where I know I'll be getting up a few times tonight. Ugh.

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Party Girl did call to apologize last night. AT THREE IN THE MORNING! All she kept saying was, "I'm so sorry, babe. All right, babe? I'll call you tomorrow, babe." I'm thinking: When did I become "babe?" Fine. I'm not mad about it.

Then I got another call round 7:30 from old Colorado friends. Totally cracked out of their minds, but the sentiment was nice. My friend RI told me I was over my 6 month due date for a trip back home. That was sweet. Oh, good times. Being wasted all hours of the morning on a Saturday night. A part of me misses the camaraderie, but not all the cracked-outness.

Eh, just a few thoughts before bed.