Wow. Apparently when I show up to work still drunk from the night before, I'm a posting machine. Coming up second in our bloggy double-header:
Now, people who know me know that I'm a laugher. I laugh at, say, everything. Pretty much all the time. A decent chunk of my day is spent trying to stifle chuckles and giggles and titters and snorts when my friends tell me funny things over IM.
And sometimes something happens that changes all that.
This morning, a friend sends this line to me.
OH MY GOD THE DOG IS CHEWING ON MY VIBRATOR"
which is so funny -- so motherfucking gloriously hilarious -- that for a brief moment, I was beyond laughter. Like I was floating high above, in this perfect realm of comedy gold, where everything is so funny, there's not even a need to laugh at it. Like it would be almost vulgar to laugh.
...and then I read the line over again, came back to myself like I was letting out a long-held breath, and laughed so hard I had to go to the kitchen for a napkin to dry my face.