joan starts this post with a burp.

i am so freaking full. i am BLOATED. well just had dinner. yes at nine. and yes at the point where my metabolic rate is the lowest. yes yes i know all that. well and my dad poured me a cup of coke with bacardi. and yes i am feeling woozy. but i can still type normally. and note : woozy is not drunk. often mistaken by humans.

well you would never imagine what i am doing now. i am giggling non stop at something that is not funny. well it happens.

anyway tue will be a nightmare. i have to transport boats to NSC. wonder if i will ever get there. its so FAR. well got to go BYE!