Death Becomes Her.
I am still drunk from last night. Saltine crackers and Gatorade are the body of Christ for me right now. I’m never, ever drinking again. I know I said that 2 weekends ago, but I swear I mean it this time. Until my hair stops hurting and the brightness of the sun doesn’t make me want to DIE, I will be on a writing hiatus until my brain can normally function again. Thanks for reading.
P.S. If u see an angry little liver around 111 Minna, please give it back to me, thnx.