I hate the time change.

I had a great day yesterday. My friend Nicole and her roommate took me shopping, then to sushi, and then we finished my phone before getting ready to go out. Then, that night, we went to the Kava Lounge with a bunch of people from Cabaret, listening to my friend Dj SpearIt spin, sitting around the hookah and reminiscing until 1:30 in the morning.

Then I wake up today to Cj shaking me and saying, "Gina. It's time to get up. The time changed last night, and you have to get ready for work." How long do I have to get ready? About 10 minutes - and my makeup from last night is down to my cheekbones.

Blah. At least I was on time. But my hair looks like a dead animal.
Thanks for the great night, everybody!