As it turns out,
PBR does not sit well with me. No matter how many times I liken the cheap beer to winning awards (every bottle cap comes complete with a blue ribbon!), it doesn't live up to the standards I set for myself. So I'll just stay away from it for a good while (forever).
On the bright side, I managed to get Nicholas to pull over on the motorcycle twice yesterday so I could puke on the median. WITHOUT GETTING ANYTHING IN MY HAIR. (Like a boss.) My hair and my helmet were pristine. Though I can't say the same about my pants. But who wears pants anyway?
(I still think I deserve those blue ribbons.)
Today will be more productive. On Saturday, after working on the bike, Nicholas was nice enough to build me a bookmaking cradle. So today I'll be making sketchbooks, and maybe a special surprise for Mia.
Stay away from cheap beer, folks. And Happy Monday.