Ew.

So when I finally made it home last night...

I checked the trouser I had been wearing on Wednesday night (the night when I drank my own weight in vodka/margaritas all sponsored for by the company) and there was quite a bit of dog shit the right side.

Then I noticed there was some on the skirt of my bed, my dovet cover, and the sheets. Fortunately, it was on the very side of all these things so I wouldn't have slept on it.

I found a bruise on my right thigh, and my right ankle is swollen. The knee on the same leg-which has been giving me trouble recently anyway- is worse.

'Tis bad.

And I got a text message, in Spanish, from some guy whom I gave my number to. I barely remember him. I remember thinking he was cute, but I had major "beer" goggles on!