the problems with celebrations

While I love a good celebration as much as the next woman, I don't like the way the next morning is nearly wasted with stomach, head, and general aches. I think back to when I went out every night (oh those crazy college years), and I marvel at what a young body can do.

I'm okay, but it seems more and more that a girl really has to "pay" for her fun in several ways. "Poor me!"

Now, I'm off to try and finish this last chapter. I have a 4 o'clock deadline. Will I make it?

I don't know.

Wish me luck~