May 29, 2001
I am so sick. I almost threw up at Jeff's a bunch of times. I ate so much. Cabbage and noodles, deviled eggs, salsa, gucamole, chili. Later chocolate cake. We were drinking beer, and wine. Doing shoots of mataxa. Oy. After my fifth shot I was done. Tottally completle done. I nearly puked and said I was done. I had one more shot. Orianne poured me another one, but I couldn't drink it. Joyce did. And now I'm feeling it. And I don't like it much. I was thinking about calling it sick, but I won't. The weeks almost done.