Last night was me getting taken out and getting tore up. It's been a while since I've been out. And although "out" in Peachtree City is not the most exciting event, we had so much fun.

I finally got to a point where I could eat and not get sick, which was nice because chili cheese fries I fear would not feel good coming back up. There were at least two pitchers of beer, lots of Crown and Cokes and shots of jager and Grateful Deads and I lasted until 4 a.m. I won $15.00 on Keno, but due to our ridiculously large tabe I left with enough money to buy a pack of cigarettes. Shaun fell asleep at the table and then puked in the parking lot and then again in the parking lot at my apartment. Lucky for us Hillary showed up late and ended up driving us all back to my place. Scotty even came back to my place and Andrea got lucky. We sang songs last night and made cheesy requests of the live entertainer, Mike. Including some David Allen Coe sing along that the entire bar participated in. Just fun like I haven't had in a while. Missy and Jerry even made appearances, which was a nice surprise.

So after such a night I'm wondering why I was up bright eyed and bushy tailed at 8:00 a.m. this morning? I've already washed my face, brushed my teeth, made a pot of coffee, fed the cat and cleaned up the remnants of drunken shenanigans from last night. Truly odd I'm not still sleeping or reaching for the Extra Strength Tylenol or hugging the toilet or all of the above. I know I shouldn't be complaining.

Today is sort of a big day. I'm meeting with my arresting officer. The scary part is that I still don't have a lawyer, but there is a very big possibility that all of my charges might be dropped completely. I'm not counting my chickens just yet, but I'm praying and hoping and to be honest, I'll jump up and down if I end up with two misdemeanors and the felony is dropped or lessened. As it is now I'm looking at two misdemeanors and one felony charge. The fingers are crossed and the head is bowed. Here's hoping my cooperation and assistance pays off.

I talked to my dad for a few minutes yesterday. I told him about the possibility of me moving out west. He is absolutely thrilled and wants me to move next week. I miss it out there. I've only spent three weeks there, but it's so beautiful and nice and it just makes me feel better being there. I'd also really like it if my dad knew his daughter a little bit better. I think he'd like that too.

I think Sam's little brother is going to be called Simon. I'm not set on it, but so far nobody has offered up anything better. I guess it just depends on if he looks like a Simon or not. The hermit crab still doesn't have a name and he is going to live at Mary's house.

At this point in time I need to either get my ass in the shower or go back to bed. I'm thinking shower. I can always take a nap later, right?

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