Two boozes at lunch!

Yes, that's right, we were taken out to a celebration lunch four months after a project launched because they've finally figured out it was a success.

I wanted a glass of wine and someone else wanted the same so we just got a bottle.

Then I got two appetizers (one was just bread, the other a salad) ...

and a child's portion of pasta (thanks for the hot tip, booklectic ...

and, why not, the steak, the most expensive thing on the menu.

And, you know, I had no room for dessert ... but limoncello fit just fine.

Fortunately I have Not Much Happening this afternoon, though I think I could do with a nap.

I can't wait to go to Italy with my sister in October. It's going to be great!

Worn out and yet I have to go to work tomorrow

I was having a hard time not dozing off during the movie tonight (Guy Maddin's Archangel, totally bizarre) and am completely wiped out.

I need hugs and snuggles. And sleep, more than I'm going to get tonight.

It's also possible that I need dinner but I figure I had enough food for lunch that I can do without. And I feel fat, like I have a big old ball o' chunk sitting on top of the muscle on my gut. Admittedly it keeps my clothes from falling down but I would prefer a much thinner layer of it.

And the hotel I had scoped out for Venice is full. That will be my problem to deal with later. I feel like I might want to sit in the bed and read the silly Michael Moorcock/Storm Constantine book souldier_blue lent me.