Sunday, May 18, 2008

Chicken soup for the hot, not-so-young, single, menstrual, crampy, writer-chick (who-doesn't-write-as-much-as-she-should)'s soul



Yesterday I took the ferry from Jack London Square to the SF Ferry Building then ended up walking 5 million miles to Zeitgeist (Duboce and Valencia) which I got confused with Toronado (lower Haight) which is where I was actually supposed to meet Elan who was at the time rear-ending a brand new Mercedes. In the process I got serious burns on my shoulders, neck and (big surprise) cleavage and am now in supreme discomfort which was complemented not so nicely by the severe cramps which led to today's major activity, as shown above: red table wine, stinky cheese, dark chocolate, fresh pear and one of my favorite books.

In bed.

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