I thought I'd whip out a post before I'm comatose from my most recent swig (which in my estimation, I have about 20 minutes left.)
During my morning rounds (that's what I call when I bless everyone with my witty repartee in comments after reading all of my favorite blogs)- a few things dawned on me...
First, I'm not all that witty, after all. Which reminds me... back in the day when I used to smoke pot. I thought I was sooo fucking funny under the influence of Marijuana! I seriously used to tell my friends that I should do an improv night, but ONLY if I was high. And I guess the whole audience would have to be high, too.
And second, I should have a breathalyzer at my keyboard! If the regret of last night's post and an e-mail to a fellow school parent that discernibly displayed the fact that I was 1.)drunk and/or 2.)illiterate (either way- scoring MAJOR mom points) wasn't enough to get me to STEP AWAY FROM THE KEYBOARD- the universe has stepped in... in the form of comment moderation...
1.) locas- as in 'crazies' - oh yeah, I may be drunk, but my 7 years of Spanish doesn't fail me. You read that right, I took 7 years of Spanish and don't speak a lick of it, loca does mean crazy, right? Even the comment moderator little dude in the computer knows that I'm not right in the head!
2.) focusn- as in I'm having a hard time 'focusn' on the computer screen and I feel a little dizzy. And the fact that I keep using a different sized font isn't helping- it's like a self-induced vertigo- or is it just me?
3.) ignrhgn- as in 'ignoring hygiene', which I totally am because I'm sick and have every right!
Finally, I've learned that learned that it's really hard to type when you're doped up on NyQuil- so excuse my spelling errors. Now I must rest.
update: I've kept that error there to give you full effect- I had no idea it was there until I woke up to go pick up my kids from school (in less of a haze and making a stop at the pharmacy!)- yes, I'm behind the wheel of a car- so watch out!