i survived and i am stronger woman for having worked tonight.

the bowlers took pity on my poor, sick self and didn’t make me do any running. just beer tonight, no pizzas. i think there might be a god in heaven.

now, i get to crawl into my flannel cave of a bed and hope that my eyes open tomorrow. i hope that when they do open this evil demon of an illness has been exorcised.

also, i fell in love with the word jocund tonight. yes, go about and use it wisely. tomorrow i’ll tell you about my 24-hour love affair with evocative.