Last night I went 80's dancing in Salt Lake and came back and there was a boot on my truck. They said I was parked on a private road. I would think that they should maybe put up a bigger sign that said, "Hey, cougar, don't park here or I'm going to put a boot on your car. That's right bitc*." But they don't. So that was at 3 in the AM. I waited a half hour for the boot man to come and I was all tired.
Then I tried to sleep but had the most psychologically terrorizing sleep I can remember and I could not get warm and I ended up throwing up till I dry heaved. I repeated that process a few times then finally I got warm. And I got off work after only being there for 40 minutes because I looked like I was stoned and was going to vomit again.
Hurray! January!
