Oh. My. God.
I woke up this morning around 8:30-ish, feeling like I had been hit by a very large truck. Got some water, took some Pepto, stared at the huge mess, and promptly said to myself “fuck this shit, I’m going back to bed.”
I woke up again around noon, when Brian called, feeling much better. The very large truck has been reduced to an Echo Hatchback (tiny, but still big enough to do some damage), and I’m well enough to eat some toast, which will be directly followed by some Advil.
The best part of this morning, though, was making that 2nd trip into the kitchen at noon, and finding that MY ROOMMATE CLEANED UP THE ENTIRE PARTY MESS!
I was so shocked – but she said “it’s all good, you spent all day cleaning the house before the party, and I was bored anyway – and I’m probably in much better condition to clean this morning than you are.”
Perhaps she can stay after all.