Monday, January 17, 2011

87 South

A witch* gave me Xanax on Saturday night as I doused myself in red wine, leaving me about a 24 hour window of <WTF happened to me?>.

I drove about 100 miles in a rented truck and have almost zero recollection of the event. I even discovered this morning that for some reason during the drive I recorded a "podcast"** which was inspired by an Adam Corolla CD that my sister bought me.

But hey, mission accomplished!

* witch is not necessarily a pejorative term. ma soeur est une sorcière.

** i have never even considered podcasting before and the fact that I recorded one is so bizarre to me that I had to put it in quotes.