I’m somewhat of a wreck today. My head hurts. My body hurts. I’m exhausted. And my brain has that fuzzy quality that only comes from drinking way too many adult beverages. In short, I had a good weekend. Quite honestly, this is the first post-Mouse weekend in which I’ve felt like I actually have a life, and it was fun. I had places to go and friends to share drinks with. (Two nights in a row. Unbelievable!) I even went dancing. Such basic things may seem silly to most, but after spending so much time feeling lonely, it’s a big deal to me. I actually had a reason to go shopping and get dolled up. I wasn’t stuck sitting home alone on a Friday night, feeling like a social reject. Instead, I traded in my comfy pants for some stylishly uncomfortable heels and sipped on espresso martinis at hip bar in the Valley. Now that is what I call a weekend. So, I will suck up the headache and the brain-fuzz, and stop my whining. After all, a little throbbing of the temples is a small price to pay for so much fun.
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