I have never gone into work hungover before, I know it's almost a right of passage when your young and underemployed, maybe I'm too much of a goodie goodie, but I always figured, 'why would I ever want to do that to myself?'
I have never gone into work hungover before, that is, until this weekend. I didn't have a crazy Saturday night out, but I consume enough to be happy and feel a bit under the weather the next morning. There was the slight queasiness and the dull throb in my temples, the cotton ball mouth and tremor in the fingers. In my early 20's this would have been nothing, I would have been able to jump out of bed at 8 am on a Sunday morning and be ready to whistle while I worked. Today, however, was a bit slower with several false starts, just my body's delightful way at reminding me that I'm getting older. By the time I had reached work, I was presentable, awake, and capable because I'm still that girl.
Monday I have off so today I'm sleeping in and procrastinating starting another glorious week with these few internet gems.
Vintage recipes, I'm glad these are in the past.
I'm a milkman. Are you a Londoner?
Everyone can use a little help once in a while, there's a website for it all
Which city should you live in? (I got Portland, then took the quiz again. Yay I got London. I wish I was kidding)
The Oxford Comma, it is important as hell!
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