I’m going to be a really fun person tonight for my friend’s birthday, despite the following:

- her gift remains unwrapped on my floor as I pass the time with photobooth and incessant outfit changes
- my hair would not cooperate so I angrily put it in a braid, rendering me a farmer’s wife
- it’s going to snow tomorrow, which is on the same level as being forced to eat meatloaf for dinner or having to walk home without a shoe or losing my car keys forever
- I want to stay in my bed reading Tina Fey’s book, and not be social until I finish it
- I’m wearing heels, and that never ends well on behalf of my ankles