AN APOLOGY

Dear brain,

Just wanted to drop you a line telling you how sorry I was for making you throb the way you do today.  It was reckless of me to take advantage of you in the ways I did and I promise to make it up to you.

No, I didn't need to do multiple shots of mid-grade tequila in those trashy-ass bars. No, I didn't need to pour Citron and ice-cold beer down my gullet. And, no, I didn't need to eat only one slice of warmed-up margherita pizza at Erik's prior to going out on our 4th Annual Make-A-Costume-Out-Of-Things-You-Find-On-The-Street Contest. In fact, blame Erik -- it was all HIS fault. If he didn't force me to have an incredibly fun night touring the West Village, none of this pain you're in would've ever happened. I hate him more than you do right now; he is Satan.

I'll try not to do this again to you next year.

Me

P.S. If this should happen again next year, my apologies in advance.

Comments

[scotty]

Uh, I'm such a drunk I have been trying to figure out who "BRIAN" is and have wanted to let you know you made a typo and misspelled his name as "BRAIN"...damn I just spilled wine on the keyboard, gotta get this cleaned up!

[Artemis]

Oh the joys of post-party dreary days!