Today? Nursing a fake hangover. I have some nefarious relatives staying over for the
Fair and they keep plying me with Tequila. I don't have a hangover but they're cooking and caring for me and I'm not going to ruin a good thing with the truth. Aaaanyway, they keep saying I'm really funny when I'm drunk and then they stick a fifth of Cuervo in my face. I keep telling them this is akin to rape and their response is,
"Well, we're your kin and you can't rape the willing."
What does that even mean?
Thank all that's holy the fair is ending today. That gives me a couple of weeks to detox. My liver needs a vacation.