It's 5:15...

and I've yet to pull it together as Gingham suggested we would be able to do. I'm not sure if I'm disappointed in myself for not being able to do so or if I'm slightly annoyed by her optimism. Now, I'm not much of a hater and I typically welcome optimism, so it's probably just me. So today I think I hate myself. Or my-yesterday-self for all out reckless consumption.

p.s. the champagne in that photo on the airplane was D-I-S-G-U-S-T-I-N-G. And it's a miracle I remember that because the rest of the flight, is well, completely questionable.