The week/month long birthdays were a lot of fun back when I had metabolism and a full functioning liver, however now I’m just trying to make it until next week.
The past ten days have resulted in this.
- 7 Thai meals (most were in the past 3 days)
- More wine than I can even conceive. Wine fridge used to be stocked- for a day and now it is just vast black space. The trashcan certainly looks like a wine wasteland.
- 1 crazy bright blue martini beverage I know couldn’t have been good for me.
- At least a beer a day to try and get over my anxiety of all of my consumption. Really what’s another 146 empty calories anyway?
- Zero attempts at working out. It is freezing here and I’ve come to realize DC has maybe 15 days a year of weather that doesn’t piss you off.
Crapulence- This sums up what happens when you turn 26. It’s just craptactular.
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happy birthday. love that you're bustin' out the word crapulence, BTW. it's very apropos and woefully underutilized.
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