Michelle Ravel's Journal

Time:

9:50 pm.

I was lucky to have the day off today, since I woke up puking at about 5, and threw up all over my floor. I spent the rest of the day puking some more, sleeping, trying to get the bright bright lights to go away, trying to get some porridge down, and then cleaning the puke off my floor.

I also sent a bunch of emails last night (well, this morning, really, at 4:32 AM) that I don't remember sending. Here is one, which I sent to my boyfriend (who is coming into town tonight), my boyfriend's brother and his wife, and two other musicians we gig with a lot:

I am so drunk right now. Tom, I am attempting not to drunk dial you. It is taking me so long to type this properly. We have to get together tomorrow. Everyone is awesome.

Michelle

Notes:
1) I do remember drunk dialing poor Tom a few minutes later.
2) This email shows my incredible skill at editing even when black-out drunk. Do you see any typos? Because I don't. I actually read it over at the end before sending, because that is what I always do. And I wonder why I can't write fiction--I'm a compulsive editor after every sentence. I don't ever just let it flow. I suppose it's upbringing: my father is in printing, my mother was a playwright and now is an editor, my sister is in college for classics and linguistics and will become an editor, too. I actually remember thinking, when typing out my last LJ posts, "Oh, that sentence is awkward. Maybe I'd better leave it, so that I'll sound more drunk." I was drunk, fer chrissake.
3) My boyfriend's brother, who had been drinking with me last night, also got very sick this morning, but he had rehearsal, poor man.

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