like a two-pack-a-day smoker. Or like my friend Tracy's mom who DID smoke two packs a day. She always seemed to be in her pajamas or some stage of semi-dress and was usually quaffing cocktails by lunchtime.
I am drinking tea but otherwise the resemblance is uncanny.
And my head still hurts - partly from coughing and partly from all the tortured thoughts I am letting run wild in there.
I must leave my house today. Must.