Never accept free drinks from co-workers. Ever.
Thursday, July 29th, 2004Ugh.
Let me repeat: Ugh.
Today my boss, Van, said he’d “wanted to teach you a lesson about not drinking on work nights.”
The time from when i got on the subway last night to when i woke up at 1:30AM on my bathroom floor is lost to me.
Waiting for a hangover to mogrify into hunger sucks.
to all the people responsible for the plethora of drinks that seemed to magically appear before me to replace the last one i’d drunk, many thanks, and many curses.
I’m off to get on a plane to vegas for defcon; hopefully i don’t vomit over whomever i sit next to for the 5 hour flight.
little over 2 weeks til stacey is back. it feels like a marathon, only instead of running, i’m sitting on my *ss doing nothing and b*tching about it.
To quote TMBG (”Wearing A Raincoat” on “The Spine”):
Being awake is swimming around in a lake
Of the undead
And the undead are like
A bunch of friends
That demand constant attention
and yet people always think these guys write happy music. They write happy tunes. happy lyrics? not so much. so good.