Drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son

Drunk? yes. past tense.
stupid? occasionally. due to momentary laps of good judgement- usually caused by Whisky Eileen.
Son? no. that's completely off.


Ugh! Momma's day and I'm ZONKED. Yes, i said Zonked. Soooooo hungover. blah. sleepy. anxious. blachey.
80's band + free booze (nothin' like free beer, who can say no to that? gotta love boys) = Whisky Eileen havin' a good time.
Luckily no W.E. last night. She's in hibernation, I hope.

So i've taken myself off to momsy and daddum's house in the country. Spent about 3 hours staring at sunbathing turtles in the pond. Got motion queasy with those damn bioculars (i was sitting on the bank of loch N*****, trying to see every last pore on those wee turtle's faces). So far i've enjoyed a brat (hahaha, katie braught), watched my beloved Finding Neverland, now enjoying Elvis Presley day on AMC, and playing on the computer, looking up items i want to have in my new apartment. yeehaw.

whatta day.

it's tough work being me.

my left arm is sunburned. weird.

Oh, yeah! D- do you remember me telling you about that ape experience? Well, apparently my 'fallen into a monkey cage' club has gotten bigger!! Some kid (11, so three years older than I was) in San Fransisco fell eight feet into a Gorilla enclosure (my fall was only four feet over a fence into a wee water bed). The Guerilla coddled him four three hours. They had to shot her with sleeping drugs so they could get the kid free. At least my experience was only forty minutes and I wasn't coddled... just guarded by a momma monkey (Jill. she knew sign language. she died two years ago). Damn low fences in Lincoln Park Zoo. I wonder if i was mentioned in any papers. I love having famous experiences like that... even though I don't remember it too much.