am still a bit sicklish. have had so much licorice tea and sage bons i'll throw up if i have any more.
i decided to test the healing properties of some gallo zinfandel: tonight it's episode #3 of the thornbirds, and tina's coming over again to share both the wine and the movie with me, watching richard chamberlain and raquel welch consummate their love on a queensland (really though a hawaiian) beach.

my life is just way to boring, isn't it?

i should be out there screwing catholic priests (or at least my very own boy who doesn't seem to care about me, thank you very much) on beaches myself, shouldn't it?