Sunday morning, er, early afternoon, after being up much, much too late with the gang on Friday and Saturday night, I finally managed to pry myself from sleep, only to look outside the window and see snow still floating down.
A snowy Sunday. The best kind. I love miserable weather. There's something beautiful about it.
This weekend has been quite the ride: Adventures with Jackie, sleep deprivation, lingerie, car accident, rum, pirate party, snow, and IHOP... all the ingredients of this fantastically-amazing-yet-horribly-painful weekend. I'm surprised I made it.
I added another notch in my driving record on Saturday. I'm not gonna lie, my civic took that hit like a champ. My back on the other hand... not so well. When I found out the other driver was only 16 years old, I took pity and spared her my wrath. I pulled her outta the torrential downpour of snow and into my car while we waited for cops, and for her parents. Besides my back hurting, I'm kind of okay with it, and at least I'll have some insurance money rollin' my way soon. The irony in it is that I just settled with Allstate from my November accident, and the check just came yesterday. Screw college! I've found my new calling.
The pirate party was still great. It was my theory that I could drink faster than the pain could set in, but it caught up around midnight and my ability to move much went out the window. Lucky me, I wrangled someone into giving me a fantastic back rub. What a lifesaver.
I'm not very inspired today and don't have much else to say.
Later.
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