i'm not going to make it to jongre's party tonight because i'm still feeling like ass, and there's absolutely no way i can withstand barsmoke right now. shit, i can barely tolerate how cold it is outside right now, and it isn't even that cold (or so i'm told). what's worse is that 2 weeks ago, jongre and i had decided that we were going to be Run DMC. no joke. imagine my genuine horror and disbelief when i heard the news this morning.
mission for this afternoon: see if i can get away with crawling under my desk for a nap.