Wednesday, October 14, 2009

The Morning After

It is no way 6:44. It's so dark. Why does my hip hurt? Why are my slacks on the floor? And pantihose? At the same time? Why is everything on the floor?! Damn (2 syllable form), Maddy makes a fine Manhattan.

I hate the morning after.

1 comment:

  1. You mean the evening actually came to an end? Guess I should have tried to get some sleep last night, huh?