Kill Me
Nausea doesn't begin to describe my state. I literally almost vomited on the El this morning. The train was totally packed and I was sandwiched in between several people and about halfway downtown my stomach turned, I got lightheaded and everything started spinning. Then I broke out into a cold sweat that was pouring down my face. I don't know how I managed to keep it together. Maybe it was the idea of how embarrassing it would be to blow chunks on the train in front of all those people that kept it in.
Last night was totally insane. I think I had about eight martinis, the drink of choice for the evening. But I can't be sure about that. After the third one I was pretty much gone and the drunkard took over. I remember accusing this new guy here of being a flaming homosexual when he first quoted Robert Frost and then quoted a line from Moulin Rouge. Who else but a fag would quote Moulin Rouge?
We must have spent like $400. Well, they did. No one would let me pay. And one of the guys actually charged the first tab and is expensing it back to the company! HA! Down with the man!
I don't know how I am going to survive today for sure. I am seeing black spots which is never a good sign. And, unfortunately, I have to work late tonight with the CG. AND, I have a shitload of things to do before his arrival. I picked the wrong day to have the worst hangover of my life.
Last night was totally insane. I think I had about eight martinis, the drink of choice for the evening. But I can't be sure about that. After the third one I was pretty much gone and the drunkard took over. I remember accusing this new guy here of being a flaming homosexual when he first quoted Robert Frost and then quoted a line from Moulin Rouge. Who else but a fag would quote Moulin Rouge?
We must have spent like $400. Well, they did. No one would let me pay. And one of the guys actually charged the first tab and is expensing it back to the company! HA! Down with the man!
I don't know how I am going to survive today for sure. I am seeing black spots which is never a good sign. And, unfortunately, I have to work late tonight with the CG. AND, I have a shitload of things to do before his arrival. I picked the wrong day to have the worst hangover of my life.