Threat Level

The terrorist threat level today is orange. I keep burping up cilantro. I was supposed to go to game night but ended up at Rathbuns. I got a B in Spanish and I am so happy that I could cry or scream or run in circles. I got terribly drunk last night on three glasses of white wine. Three REALLY delicious glasses of white wine. Terrible. My purse is full of candy. I made $9 in tips from coat check. I make most of my money in tips these days. Theeeeeeese Days. I don't know what to get my little brother for Christmas because I am broke and he has expensive taste. I am two gold boxes short. Make that $14 in tips from coat check. Two missed calls. Two new voice mails. I want to eat IKEA. Why? Not quite sure. You made it safe.