Holy buckets, do I feel hungover today. I have no idea what my problem is because I didn’t even get drunk last night. Two Newcastles are hardly enough to get me drunk. But today my head is filled with sand and I can’t seem to focus on anything for more than 45 seconds. It might be because I decided it would be a good idea to turn off the alarm and then go back to sleep until 8:30. I still made it to work by 9:20, and I think that’s damn impressive.
Incidentally whenever I drink Newcastle, I think to myself “it’s like you’re from another planet.” Because that’s what Chicago Lodge Kathy said when we gave her a Newscastle.
The only thing keeping me awake right now is warm green tea in my 89.3 The Current mug and my Can’t Hardly Wait playlist on Kathleen Turner Overdrive (I’m up to 20 different versions, and I like to listen to them all one right after the other, because I’m a little like Rainman. And for some reason my heart races a bit each time the song pauses towards the end between two of the Can’t Hardly Waits, it’s even better when it’s a live version because then the crowd goes wild and it gives my goosebumps and makes my eyes sting with tears).