On mornings such as this morning, when I was awake at 10am and experiencing very mild sort of hangover related symptoms, nothing will make you (me) feel better than a good sesh on da treadmill. Tendrils of pure Sauv blanc coming off me, but damn I felt fine afterwards, and thus sashayed down Nicholson st in my pink dress for the obligatory latte, eggs and sourdough.
Fuck my life rules sometimes. Also, Baggage and Mould and me went here last night, and you should too. Twas awesome, as was the pomegrante margarita the kind barman made for me.