02.20.04 :: 10:14 am

Why do I do this to myself? Why oh why did I not heed Mr. M's suggestion of calling it quits after four whiskey sours last night?

Because let me tell you, nine AM meetings with a screeching hangover is not the way to start the day. Especially when people are flying off the handle at said meetings and are pummeling you with questions and all I can do is just sit there, bleary-eyed and drooling.

I'm feeling mildly better, however, after six packets of saltines and a can of ginger ale, but still. Blech.

Tonight, he and I are laying low. Enjoying some FreshDirect goodies and Netflix. And absolutely no drinking.

Deliver me, jebus.

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