Slept late.
Felt like serious crapola.
Taught yoga at 12:30.
Came home and took cold medicine.
Passed out.
Woke up after an hour.
Felt worse.
Told Mauro “I think we should go to Vegas Monday and stay up all night and gamble and walk around and be totally stupid.”
Shockingly, he agreed.
L.A. chick. Writer. Horror fan. Free Spirit. Child of the 70's.