so, it's nearly 6am.
in an hour and a half, i have to get up.
and prepare for opening day.
(of the detroit tigers, of course.)
i should remind you all that, when i go to baseball games, i tend to end up looking like this:
(okay, so that one wasn't the worst picture ever. buti got excited by the nice shot of the field. sue me.)
and, apparently, sometimes i have to take a picture of myself in the bathroom mirror?
please see below:
i don't know. but, should i ever feel compelled to do such a thing again, i will try to remind myself that if i feel the need to take a picture of myself in the bathroom mirror, i am likely far too drunk to pay attention to what i look like.
anyway, considering that i haven't been out drinking in months, coupled with the fact that i will be lucky if i sleep for an hour...
it should be an interesting day.
i'd better go plug my camera in...
i wouldn't want to deprive you guys of the horror that will be me roaming the streets of detroit tomorrow.
i'll be missing my girls!
that's right. you know who you are. and if you weren't busy 1 )creating new life or 2) having a real grown-up girl job in arizona? you'd be in bg trouble. that's all i'm saying.