Today, on the First Annual Day of Amazing Sloth and Indolence, I would like to say a few words of thanks. Also, a confession.
Thanks first. To all the friends who have not given up on me even though I haven't called or written in months, thanks for understanding. Thanks to all the friends and readers who have followed my little dramas via this blog, and either commented or emailed with support and laughter. Your support has meant the world to me. And thanks also to the friends who heeded my call for blogalicious back-up and sent in jokes, stories, and inspirational stories of dancing with the stars for me to post, thus saving me the occasional headache of thinking about what to post when all I wanted to do was bitch about having to write this stupid portfolio. I appreciate it all, and in the great karmic cycle of life I hope I can repay you the favors some day.
Second, a confession. After a couple of months of hardly imbibing a drop of weer, bine, or likker, I am now a total lightweight. Not that I was ever the sort of girl that could down a six-pack of beer, burp, and keep on going, but last night I had two beers. TWO BEERS. Two beers, and I was cooked. You don't believe me, ask Penata. She had to drive my car home from the bar because I couldn't really even walk straight. The question, of course, is why I should be a little embarrassed. Is it A) because I've drunk so little recently that two beers make me drunk now? Or is it B) because formerly I was able to drink two beers and barely feel it.