so my work farewell thingie was awesome. it was too many apple martinis and all sorts of debauchery, and i was in a world of hurt today. i'm going to miss those silly bastards. (especially tenna. aw)
i struggled through the day with bloodshot eyes and flashbacks of inappropriate conversations, and for a few fleeting minutes i actually felt, um, nauseous. but i'm nothing if not a hangover trooper, and i survived.
in other news, after a 90-minute massage with the magical zach from the aplty named "healing hands" wellness center, i am feeling 1,000 times better.
in summary, if you HAVE to party hard, make sure you have an intense deep tissue massage waiting for you on the other end of the situation. words from the wise.