Since my old blog is acting up, and it only had two measly entries anyway, I'm starting fresh. Fresh, I tell you. I only have one thing to tell the world today, but it is truly indicative of my current state. I lost my beloved cell phone after drinking a fifth of gin on Saint Patrick's Day, a night when I spent a good deal of time in a tree somewhere in Southeast. I found a squished flower in my purse the next morning; memories are vague. AA, anyone? Gotta love this Irish blood.

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