The Morning After

Fuck, I was a mess this mourning...

Went to the launch party for SPF last night. Had a glass of white wine that just kept getting refilled as the time wore on. Haven't really gone drinking in a while. I didn't get drunk, but I was definitely tipsy. (Not sloppily, carelessly tipsy -- trust me, I know the difference.) I *think* I acheived not embarrassing myself.

But waking up this mourning was a horror. Between the drinking and the allergies? I had a few glasses of wine, but I felt like I'd just gone on a bender...

Tonight, I listen to some music that's been composed for my play. Is David Blaine still alive...?