This has never in my life happened before. After enjoying mimosas with the BFF, I came home to chillax for the rest of the evening. I spent quite a few hours in bed catching up on some real housewives and really didn't feel like eating dinner. So I wake up for work this morning around 5am and after getting up and turning off the alarm clock I turn to exit the bedroom. Next thing I know I am on the floor in pain. Apparently I passed the fuck out. On my way down I somehow managed to fall on my dresser (thank you Nana for getting me amazing Ethan Allen dressers as a kid because they are seriously disaster proof) and do this to my poor back. OUCH. But because I am a superstar, I went to work and trudged on from 530am to noon. I rock. No really I do.
