As I drag myself from the bed I have been trying to recover from last night at 735. Only so I can get up in a little bit and do it all over again.

“Teeny Weeny” called and asked what I was doing, and after saying I was hung over, I told him I was going out. He reminded me of my broken condition, and suggested I stay in and be a “good girl”, but I already did that once this last week. I’d hate to ruin my bad reputation, lol. But I’m not drinking tonight.

So as my head throbs, and my stomach is sour, I force down some food, pick out my dress (Jaque-Oh and I are going Asian style tonight in the “Hollywood Geisha” clothing I have from Lip Service). I simply can’t miss tonight.

This reminds me, I have to get out a fall, and a skirt for so he can get a drag show lined up. He’s my gay husband, lol, and he is so beautiful. Check out his journal.