Hello Tuesday
I'm pounding cherry limeades one after another. Just throwing them back like every serving doesn't contain 10% real fruit juice. I've got my feet propped up on the coffee table. My slut-red toenails are glistening by the light of the 75 watters. I can almost feel my chest hair growing, but still I'm looking for something. I stop the pounding for a moment to change the channel. A little belch. A little scratch. Ah. There it is. The Gilmore Girls.