A Wanton Hussy and a Tart walk into a bar...

For the record, I popped three Advil and drank a large glass of water before I drifted off to REM and consequently am left with only the remnants of what appears to have been a large hangover. I love being 23. Elusive roommate and I long for our days of youth, 21 and 22, when we were in college and the entire 48 hour period of Saturday and Sunday was spent "nursing" our hangovers. This consisted of eating whatever we wanted, as much as we wanted, and as often as we wanted, drinking Green Tea (we swear by it) and curling up on the couch to watch as MUCH Food Network as conceivable. Unfortunately, I have way too much stuff to do today to lay on the couch.

Saturday To Do List
1) Clean filthy apartment - Bathroom, Kitchen, Bedroom.
2) Purchase necessary makeup
3) Get oil change, tires rotated (I have put this one off for months now and really needs to get done.)
4) Workout (This one I have also put off recently and with sexy Halloween costumes right around the corner, I must check this one off today.)
5) Lunch with Tart, Bint and Doctor C? Sorry girls. Might not happen.
6) BBQ with Elusive Roommate thrown by her co-worker in Oceanside at six.

Okay, now that I wrote it down, it's not as massive, but I know each thing is going to take an hour or two. See "Anonymous" if you write down all the things that you think are so pertinent and time consuming and are adding such stress to your life, it really isn't all that much.

And for the record, it's now 10:00 and Tart is still sleeping in my bed.
The small wrench in my to do list is that my car is not here at my apartment, but rather in the parking lot of the bar we frequented last night. My choices are limited to getting my car. 1) Bike down to my car. 2) Take a $10 cab to my car. 3) Jog down to my car (roughly 2 miles) thus eliminating the #4 component of my to do list. Hmm.. what to do? What to do?

First things first, coffee.