christmas work party cliche.

oh good god, my head hurts. christmas party for work last night.

i dressed up in a party dress and had deja vu of being 14 and going to a school dance and feeling so awkward all dressed up. except this time at least, i wasn't so flat chested. score.

my boss and i shared nostalgia about what teenagers do on golf courses after the sun has gone down.

i didn't become an office party cliche- no hooking up with coworkers, nobody saw my girl bits, and i avoided any activities that could get a person fired.

my head is still throbbing despite lots of advil.

its utterly inconceivable that i have to jump on an airplane on friday. all this traveling has made my life difficult to keep up with. friends, i'm not forgetting you, i'm having trouble remembering which time zone i'm in and i've become an expert at airplane traveling but not being a good friend lately.

here's my good friend/expert traveler advice: always bring your airline's 800 number with you. always, always, always.

i've been eating ramen noodles like a college kid recently.

also, illinois friends. i'll be in roscford friday, saturday, sunday, and monday of next week.