I didn't participate in Cinco de Drinko. I could've gone out with the folks from work, but I just didn't want to.
I should have added closet overhaul to my list of shit to do. I need a friend with a great sense of fashion, and who would also understand why someone might need 15 black dresses. Or four ankle length purple dresses. I am a pack rat. Hell, I am one anti-anxiety pill from being a hoarder. But not papers or old toys or anything. Shoes and purses and stuff like that.
Crap, my yoga buddy just texted me. She did too much drinking last night, and won't be in yoga. Guess I'm going back to bed. Maybe Thursday will look brighter on more sleep.