one whole bloody bottle

last night at dwight's zombie-a-thon, i brought a bottle of red. and being the only one interested in wine and not other tipsy bits, i wound up committing myself to it. the whole bottle. that is a lot, if you know what a delicate blossom i am with alcohol...

so, from the pit of my hangover, i tell you all: it feels like i have a stomach full of snakes & mongooses.

also, the thrill of getting dr.phil newsletters is wearing off.