my head hurts. at the time, a bottle or two of wine seemed like the best idea. actually, i still think it was the best idea. now, time heals all wounds right? wine and time? i hope so. if i could hit fast forward, i would. instead, i'll work through it today. i'll keep reading the reminders that a good friend posted all over my place- on my walls, my clocks, my doors and mirrors, in my fridge, on the milk..."Don't Give In", they say. if i have to drink until the time passes- i will. if it keeps me from picking up the phone or answering the door, then a headache is better than heartache.