Pretty easy day today. Last night I was drinking white wine and torturing my friend MJ with constant texts about nature and religion. My sink was stopped up, which happens about once every two months, so the plumber called last night and asked if I'd be here around 9-11am the next day. I wasn't assigned to work at sub teaching so I said yes. He arrived at 8:45 and I had a stomachache from too much wine and so I drank a kombucha which made me feel 1,000 times better. I don't care what anyone says, that's a miracle elixir.

I was going to get some writing done today on my novel as I haven't had any time since I got the notes back from the every professional, not to mention expensive, editor and what with friends last weekend visiting from Dallas and San Diego. We had a great time at the Hollywood Roosevelt. I got very loud and one of my friends reminded me several times to keep my voice down. We were, however, at the pool so I was my usual loud, obnoxious self. My ex BF was there from college and kept calling me, "My Friend." As in, "Well, James, my friend, aren't you cold in your Speedo?" "Well, James, my friend, you sure do drink a lot." I wouldn't mind, but I flirted with him zero. I have no desire to get back together. So the "my friend" thing was rather annoying.

I was hung over Sunday and didn't do a thing and ended up teaching Monday and Tuesday. Today, I needed to catch up socially with friends aka booty calls. I'll work forty minutes and then have an early dinner and hopefully write more tomorrow.