... yesterday was a great co-worker's (and most excellent chum's) last day, so naturally we had to celebrate her time well spent and cheer (with raised glasses, not clappy chants) her on to future and undoubtedly stellar adventures. all i'm sayin' is that my phone rang at 6-ish this mornin', and I remember flipping it open and then i heard this voice that was a cross between a bullfrog's croak and isaac hayes (south park's chef) talkin'. it startled me so that i kicked and stabbed around me thinking i must've wound up somewhere "somehow."
as my sister's "giiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrl who the hell you done snuck up in your throat?!" made me realize i had only startled myself, just in time for fall i busted into a laugh that had to be the ghost of vincent price inhabiting my voicebox.
chi'ren. from crunk to drunk to sleep that has since passed, i woke up feeling good today - let's hope the good times last.