It's a free day, a free day, my birthday. I'm still too overwhelmed and sleepy to respond to the apocalyptic flood of birthday wishes on my inbox and FB wall. I love the people for not havin' memory gap about this. The day stretches ahead deliciously. And here is my itinerary:
1. Turn the AC back on and take a post-waking-up-nap.
2. Wake up again for the 2nd time this morning.
3. Dance! Dance! Dance!
4. Spiked Coffee and a marlboro.
5. Extra long shower with the works. (shampoo, condition, exfoliate, sing)
6. Brunch. Prolly left-over pizza.
7. Bit of shopping.
8. Dinner with the crazy family
9. Will enter and dwell for a while in the State of Drunken Stupor, a free country where one can do silly things such as modeling one's entire collection of silly hats and headbands while one is dancing and singing and maybe doing a declamation piece.
10. This is the part that I won't remember ever. C'elst la vie and Que Celes.
Oh, in between 5 and 6, I'm putting on clothes and doin' a bit of hair and make-up of course. I don't want to go out into the world out there naked and looking like a hag.
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