No, really, I'm good.

So this will be short, since my head is spinning.

I feel great, I feel loved, I nurtured a friend tonight, and I put my foot in the dinner I prepared. Being a hostess is the shit. Tonight was almost perfect. Some man would be lucky to serve me, because I'd coddle him, I really would. As long as he knelt at my feet and worshipped the ground I walked on. I'm pretty sure I mean literally.

Buenas noches.