Alive!

Too much to whine about, not enough ambition to write it down.

And I'm sick of complaining. I've totally turned into bitchy Betty lately. I guess I just have more time to think about things now, which in my case is quite possibly the most dangerous thing EVER.

So instead? I'm going to Vegas to get my hair done before I turn into the stereotype that I dread so much.

I also haven't had a drink since Sunday... and I have a bottle of Cristal sitting in my refrigerator.

That is discipline.