I’m like a zombie today. I drank too much last night and I’m paying for it. I’m operating at 80% performance today. I can’t quite think straight, I’m moving slow, thinking slow, talking slow. I remember now why I chose not to drink… it hits me too hard. Not a headache, not a hang-over. Just run-down. Completely.
I wanted to get a lot of work done toady, but I just can’t. Anything I write reads like shit. So, I went shopping, took care of the oil in my car, tried (in vain) to get a fan for the apartment. But, at least I have new sheets on my bed, new bathroom stuff, and you can see the floor in my room.
Not as much accomplished as I like — but a lot of stuff I didn’t count on getting done.
Oh — and I had a blast last night. Thanks guys. New friends and old friends. It was good to be me. Still is.