Wow…I thought yesterday morning was bad.
I really shouldn’t have three days off in a row. It’s very hard on my body.
We whooped it up yesterday, and now I’m paying for it.
I sit here trying to type. My hands are shaking more than the California landscape.
My mouth tastes and feels like a sponge that has been soaking all night in a bowl full of Oprah Winfrey’s armpit sweat.
I am trying to keep down several cups of coffee and a bottle of ice cold water. Oh dear God, at 43 you’d think I’d know better.
Actually, I do know better, but I do so like beer, wine, cigarettes, and bacon.
That’s right, I cooked bacon last night…at least I think I did. There’s a dirty skillet in the sink and an empty bacon package in the trash.
Hell, for all I know a stranger broke in last night and cooked himself up some pork bellies. It’s possible. I wouldn’t have noticed, even when I was still awake.
I am going to see Ryno this morning. I hope he doesn’t want to play basketball. That would not be good.
If I can just get through the morning, I should be ready to party again by the time Notre Dame plays today.
Speaking of which, Evil Genius who lives close to the ND campus sent me the following picture:
It is a picture of a sheet banner that is hung on a particular dorm every Friday prior to a ND football game.
Thanks Evil; this picture is the only redeeming part of this post.
Well, the water and coffee aren’t taking the edge off, so I guess I’ll leave you now, and go fix myself a Bloody Mary.
Have a lovely Saturday all; if the Vodka and Tomato juice do their job, I will have an enjoyable Saturday as well.
Cheers!!
