thursdays

My brain hurts, I overslept, and I'm sure I'm sweating sweet sweet Bud Light. It's all worth it sometimes though, even though the lack of sleep is going to kill me when I try to make it a repeat performance tonight (this time, featuring liquor!).

I'm also hungry. Breakfast would be delicious, as would pretty much anything to sit in my stomach next to the remaining beer, multi-vitamins, the many many motrins I took to try to feel better, and the bottle or more of water that I've been chugging (funny, I work in a medical office, but can't seem to find anyone willing to just stick me with an IV and make me feel all gooey inside).