Blech
I went out after work last night. I had 3 beers at the bowling alley (within 2 hours). I went to dinner - there's a bar that has, Monday through Thursday, 4-8pm, any menu item for $3.99. Sa-weet! I had another beer with dinner.I got home at 9pm. I watched ER and sat online for an hour.
Went to bed at 10.
Woke up this morning at 9am.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! When did I get too old for this shit?
I'm lucky in that I don't have a 'set' time I need to be at work in the morning (unless there are meetings), but 9am is generally pushing it. I didn't shower today (ewwwww, yeah, I know), for in my bleary morning panic I didn't think I'd have time to. Lately I've been battling with my clothes every morning and I had no reason to think today would be any different. Plus, it was raining out, and I really didn't want to leave with wet hair that would have no chance to dry.
So I got here at 9:30. (I live DAMN close to work). And that's my story.
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