chaos is yours, and chaos is mine

i'm hungover. i hate drinking too much [with the inevitable inability to drive home], especially when i hadn't planned on downing more than one. and drinking a straight mix of an upper and downer adds unwanted height to the hangover. or is it depth? it's something exponential. it's confusing, something familiar. yesterday was my mother and angela's bdays. we celebrated: brunching at toast, making dinner, feasting on the 48-layer mille crêpe cake my sister constructed [complete with cloudy with a chance of meatballs reminders--anyone notice?], going to the bar, which was surprisingly alive. today's friday, and i couldn't ask for a better day to face on the take-the-days-one-at-a-time plan.

there was a full moon on monday; blinding, and i fear i've come down with a fever.