"...I drank what?"

It is 7am, and the sun is not up, and it is drenching rain. I am still feeling woozy from a staggeringly successful night out with audiovile in honor of our anniversary (Nobu + Brandy Library = OH MY HEAD). Why is my ass not still passed out in bed? Because I am trysted, agreed, and determined to go to a textile schola today, and it is in Outer FuckYouistan Flemington, wherever the shit that is (answer: almost in Pennsylvania), and the class I most want to go to starts at 9:30.

WHER MI COFFEEEE