Ah dem days. Course, every day was labor day for me back then. You can put off a hangover pretty indefinitely with a Russian liver, provided you just drink every night.
It's a workable strategy for a pretty long time but do be prepared for the mother of ALL hangovers, or rehab, depending on what happens. Which is approximately a BILLION times worse than the WORST hangover ever. It really usually totally sucks and while it may be eye opening and they make you do stuff like "Family sculping" and then like "retroactive somatic reexperiencing" (it's no fun) the WORST are the family weekends, like where your family has to like argue with you and your really terrible therapist who wasn't even an ALCOHOLIC she had bulimia and I'm sorry it's not the same.
Hmm. I appear to be disappearing into the past what I meant to say was happy labor day. The husband and I have decided to de-ferralize ourselves by having a day where we are in each other's orbit, but not too much. That may change later, I guess. For now it's pretty sweet.
The HUSBAND who has INSISTED I SACREDLY HAVE my A/c set to 72 degrees has turned it OFF. I'm doing yoga in a bit it's going back ON THEN.
Anna
