Why Why Why

I am so sick and I can assure you I would still be sleeping for about the next 3 hours if the bleating of my cell phone hadn't woken me from my Sudafed-induced slumber. I cannot believe I am dragging myself out of bed to go meet J-the non-apostle.... whom I may or may not even like. Since the last time I saw him I was shaking off a vicious hangover, I can't be in the least bit sure of my emotions.

Why why why am I doing this? I would SO rather be eating cous cous and playing with Pods and seeing the family... which sounded lovely, though not really a viable option for me since a few hundred miles currently separates us....

don't even get me started about last night. Rockin show, but the comedy of errors that ensued in trying to get home was less than thrilling. Let's just say it involved a bus leaving us in Teaneck aka wherethefuck NJ, spending an hour in a deserted Dunkin Donuts, and waiting on the sidewalk for a mystery minivan cab.

I love you dearly but I must run into the shower and try to make my nose look less red. Again, I ask myself- ah but you know what I'm about to say, I won't repeat it. Perhaps I will hate him and can come home shortly. I'll keep you posted.

xoxoxoxoxoBon