Oh my. Happy hour is so dangerous. I forgot. It makes Friday morning so horrendous. My insides are shaking. I must have took Excedrin last night? Not like I remember. How'd I get that broken nail? Why do I feel like I'm getting sick? Oh, I smoked five cigs last night, that's right! I do remember that I forgot my Chapstick in the car, and I was so toasted I didn't really care that I didn't have it. (Now that's toasted.) I hope I don't smell like the bar. And I hope I didn't run into anyone that I forgot I ran into. Especially a work person. Happy hour is so dangerous. I should probably check my Outgoing Calls on my cell phone just in case.

It's offically the week from Hell. No need to get into specifics, but man, are the heavens working against me? I'm usually a pretty positive person, but enough already!
I'm ready to return to La Republica Dominicana now. But since I can't, I'll have to pretend like I'm there by looking at my vacation pictures.

We're back, all tanned and rested, from la Republica Dominicana, but I'm still working on Dominican time, that's why I'm posting so late. I'll have pictures from the trip up soon, I promise.