Katzenjammer

So... as a direct result of my experience in the previous entry, I went over to my good friend's apartment last night, had Ethipian food in Harlem (OMG go to Zoma if you can), and then proceeded to get drunk as a skunk with her in her apt listening to music and smoking WAY too many cigarettes (I quit, dontcha know).

I will tell you, it never ceases to amaze me how much booze I can drink when I'm wrestling with grief. It literally is three times what I normally drink. And I'm feeling it today. Oof.

So I went to Staples on part of "get my life organized" plan. And when you have a significant hangover, Staples can be... hell.

SO many pens! Holy crap, which one do I fucking pick? I just wanted it to be over. Why are the bloody tab inserts in a different isle from the plastic zipper-pockets that also go in binders? And where the fuck is the compressed air?

So many problems. And while I was struggling with these mountain-molehill issues, The Cranberries came on. I used to love them in college and it was the over-played "Do you have to let it lingeeeerrrrr?" song.

So I am walking through the isles of Staples, sweating, wearing sunglasses because florescent light was NOT going to happen, and singing my own lyrics. Instead of:

Do you have to,
Do you have to,
Do you have to let it lingerrrrrr

I was singing:

I think I'm going to,
I think I'm going to,
I think I'm going to fucking vommmmmiiiitttt!

I recommend it if you need to grasp a thread of sanity while trying to decide what kind of tab inserts to buy.