Sunday blahs...
So I went out last night, and even though I was all, "Oh, I'm not going to drink anymore!" I had one drink, which turned into two, which turned into: a green apple Smirnoff, a strawberry daiquiri, a fuzzy navel, a cherry bomb, and a Bud Light. Not only did I drink, I mixed drinks. I suck at sticking to any sort of promises I make to myself. And while that is not a lot, by my standards, and I was not even more than a little drunk, well, I have to work all day and night today and I am seriously tempted to call in because I am a) slightly hungover, b) more than slightly lazy, and c) I don't want to have to deal with people. I am simply not in the mood. I will persevere, however, because there is NOTHING WRONG WITH ME and I need the money. :(
My dog is so cute. She's laying next to me on the bed, and she's asleep, and she must be dreaming cuz her tail is wagging. Adorable.
I have just under two hours to get my ass in gear and get to work. Blah.
My dog is so cute. She's laying next to me on the bed, and she's asleep, and she must be dreaming cuz her tail is wagging. Adorable.
I have just under two hours to get my ass in gear and get to work. Blah.