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Day 12: Bullet point your whole day

I’m going to bullet point yesterday because today is errand day and I slept a big chuck of the morning.

 

  • 3:00am – Get out of bed to let the dog out of the room, put the light on in the hallway and watch the dog run down the stairs and listen to hear if my dad greets her and will take her out (he goes to sleep super early he usually wakes up around 3:00am).  Did not hear him greet her so stumble down the stairs and  THEN he realizes the dog is staring at him and said he could take her out front.
  • 3:05am  Clean the dog’s paws then pit stop in the bathroom.
  • 3:15 am Praying to fall back asleep.
  • 4:45am Alarm to wake up for work  is blazing.
  • 4:45-5:10am Bathroom regime ( brush teeth, shower , etc).
  • 5:10-5:20am Make coffee.
  • 5:20-6:00am Getting ready process. I start with having a smoke. I sip coffee and check my messages and look up the weather. I look up directions and screen shot what i need for work for the day,today I was winging my workday so didnt really look up anything just bumped up some worksheets on pinterest to have for quick printing access if need be. Then lotion I up and deodorant up and get dressed. Pack my purse. Write a note for the hubby.  Then i sit and finish my cup of coffee and have another smoke and then give the hubby a goodbye kiss ( he is still sleeping) before i leave the room.
  • 6:00-6:15am. Fill up my water bottle and put it in the freezer. Put shoes on.  Picked out an outwear cardigan for the day.  Spent five minutes trying to get the dog out from under the table, had to trick her with a treat to get her to come out.
  • 6:15- 7:00 am  Dog went on an adventure, i was not happy. She pooped badly ( what the hell did she eat?!) and needed a butt bath.
  • 7:00- 7:10 am Gave dog a quick but bath and dried her up.
  • 7:10 -7:15am Ate a bowl of cereal
  • 7:15am-7:30am Brush my hair and brush my teeth again. Grab my water bottle out the freezer and get assembled to head out. Spray body spray. Say bye to the dog.
  • 7:3am-8:00am Commute to work.
  • 8:00-8:10am Buy morning gigantic coffee from Dunk Doughnuts then walk to the office.
  • 8:15-8:30am Morning prep for the work day. Put the coffee pot on. Spoke with co-workers and discussed plan for the day. Got supplies i needed for the day.
  • 8:30-8:40 Go outside to smoke before i clock in
  • 8:45 : Back in the office i start stepping up for group, make cups of coffee and put second pot to brew (attendance incentive if clients come to program early or at least on time they get a cup of coffee)
  • 9:00am-10:00am Ran a group.
  • 10:00am-10:15am Break time , went out for a smoke
  • 10:15am-10:25am Went to the bathroom and waited for my group to be finished using the facilities.
  • 10:25am- 11:30am Group went to a local park for a little while.
  • 11:30am-11:35am Try to figure out how to turn on the smart board.
  • 11:35am -1:00pm Finally got the smart board working so gave a lesson on interviews do’s and don’ts utilizing youtube videos. Held mock interviews until group was dismissed.
  • 1:00pm-1:10pm Smoke break
  • 1:10pm-2:15pm Paperwork/case notes.
  • 2:15pm-2:20pm Another smoke while talking to the hubby on the phone discussing meal agenda before heading to the train.
  • 2:20pm- 3:20pm Travel home, stopped at the atm and then at the pizza spot and got a pizza pie and then went home and almost dropped said pizza when the little doggie was attacking my shins trying to say hello to me.
  • 3:20pm-3:30pm Bathroom stop and I’m a little ocd I have to wash my hands up to my elbows and wash my face.
  • 3:30pm- 4:30pm Stuffed my face. Facebooked.  Smoked a cig. A little relaxing hang out with the hubby .
  • 4:30pm-5:00pm Feed the dog, walked her, cleaned out her water dish and put out fresh water and gave her “the talk” that I’m going out and she needs to be a good doggie and pet and hug her and gave her a treat for good measure.
  • 5:00pm- 5:30pm Freshened up and changed my outfit and fixed myself up a little.
  • 5:30pm-6:30pm Commute to times square where I was meeting a friend ( Dave and Busters).
  • 6:30pm-6:50pm Waited for  friend who was late.
  • 6:50pm-7:15pm Friend arrived and we waited for a table to eat.
  • 7:15pm-9:15pm Eating, Drinking, Talking.
  • 9:15pm-10:15pm Played in the arcade.
  • 10:15pm-11:00pm Sat at the bar having a last drink with friend.
  • 11;00pm-12:00am Friend and I commuted home( we take the same bus/train she just takes it further)
  • 12:oo am-12:10 am  Walked home from bus stop.
  • 12:10am-1:00am  Hubby and dog was waiting for me out front ( i texted when i got off the bus to let him know i was walking). Hugs and kisses all around. Bathroom and clean up ritual ( brush teeth, wash hands and face) and then made sure the dog was cleaned up. Grabbed a few water bottles from the fridge and the three of us went to our room for the night. Hubby and I  changed into pjs then had a smoke together and spoke about our days. We had some cuddles with the doggie and watched a comedy special until we all drifted off to sleep.

That was my day is bullet points.

Just Jot It January

Well the day is finally upon us. Today is the last day for Just Jot It January.  Our final prompt is “clumsy”. It’s a little late to join in but feel free to visit Linda’s blog and browse through past posts and all the participants .
Just Jot It January 31st – Clumsy

clumsy, fell, fall, accident prone , joke, meme

For those that don’t know me in real life, I’m clumsy. Which is why i hate ice. When i see a patch of ice i immediately see instant death.

During my going out clubbing and bars phase, i struggled because I was clumsy. I always had a high tolerance for drinking . It would take a few drinks for me to get tipsy. But, what’s the tell tale sign one is getting drunk? Falling, stumbling  general loss of standing upright. Well, I have that challenge sober. But, it’s a hard thing to sell when drinks are involved.  I couldn’t even defend myself because the first thing a drunk person says when accused of being drunk…”I’m not drunk!”
clumsy, accident prone, fell, fall, trip

So, there I was just a clumsy person always accused of being drunk and had enough meanwhile I could drink everyone under the table.

I have to admit, with age I tend to be less clumsy. I wouldn’t say I’m cured. Every morning i trip over something , the hubby’s shoes, or Bianca innocently sleeping on the floor. I call them death traps . I’m convinced the people I live with purposely and artfully leave stuff in such a precarious way with the sole purpose of trying to take me out.

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I had to work today , but i really wanted to stay home and play this drinking game

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But, alas, I was working. In my commute to and from work all i saw was 4 Elsa’s.

Eh, maybe I’ll toss back the four shots anyways, even though I work early morning because:

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Recovery Time

I saw this on facebook and found it hilarious. It goes with all the “Adult” and “Growing Up” posts I have been posting lately

Party, Old, Old Age, Recover, Sick

I’m not young anymore.

I know, I know I’m only 25. I’m still young. But I don’t FEEL young.  In fact, doing …anything… is more of a job than fun.

Honestly staying home and being bored doesn’t happen… ever. Staying home and having absolutely nothing to do is like finding the holy grail. In fact, for holidays and special occasions, that is exactly what I ask the hubby for. Nothing. I don’t want nothing. I don’t want to do nothing. Just leave me with my pillow and blankets and nothingness.

I think as adults, we always have a schedule, a routine, to maintain.
And I hate it.
Every day, every single day of my life is planned. I have days that I work. I have days that I’m off from work. But when I”m off from work I have my tending house schedule of going shopping for house/food things, cooking, cleaning and things that needed to be done but i ignored because it was a day I worked.

I don’t just randomly go places and do things anymore. But, the real puncher is , I don’t want too!

home, free, stay home,

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I just love to be home and have the chance to do absolutely nothing. Maybe, I’m just lazy.

It’s other things too. Like I get hangovers now. You have no idea how big this is. I started drinking young ( hey it happens when you’re the youngest in the family) and I used to drink all night several nights in a row and somethings wake up feeling shitty but nothing a big greasy breakfast and a cup of coffee couldn’t rid of. Now? I don’t even have the urge to drink anymore. It’s more work than having a good time. I have to plan for drinking. I have to plan to get everything i need done and then I have to plan when I will stop and I have to plan proper recovery time for work the next day. It’s all planning and apparently there is a chance I wake up with a hangover and having to work a full retail shift? Yeah. Drinking has lost its appeal. And sometimes I’m so tired after working I have the choice of staying up drinking or falling asleep in my nice warm comfy bed… yeah, I’ll take the bed.

That’s another thing. Sleep. Holy Christ I need sleep. I can’t even pull off an all nighter anymore. I don’t even want to try. A few hours sleep? Not going to happen. Some days I’m forced into that ( working closing, then opening the next day). I”m miserable and everyone knows it… not enough coffee in the world. I easily drink 4 or 5 cups just to make it home and once I’m home I pass the fuck out and sleep like the dead.  I need a minimum of 6 and half to function. But I can easily sleep 12 hours and still be able to go right back to sleep if I didn’t have to work and walk my dog…

And finally, I’m a fucking chicken shit now. I get scared. I used to be able to watch scary movies and laugh. Now? I have to light up my house like a Christmas tree for days and learn to control my heart rate to prevent having a heart attack. And i’m squeamish now! Un fucking believable. I used to pride myself on my UN-girlieness. I had a tough stomach. This one is a pretty new development too. I survived Omar’s cancer treatment squeamish free- there was lots of bodily fluids there, blood and puke. I was fine. But now? I almost pass out from his farts and have to squeeze my eyes shut from his cuts and bruises. Punk. That’s what I am.

I’m soft in my old age.

And I don’t like it.

Tooo meeeee

So yeah my readers, it is my birthday. I celebrated last night with several cups of whiskey and laying in bed reading a good book.

Call me lame, but it was divine. I have been working extra shifts and yesterday was my first day off in a week so I was ( and am) super drained and tired. I’m off today too but I work opening shift tomorrow so early night and earlier raising is in my future

Just wanted to let you all know I’m alive and well and share in my bday happiness.

This may be a little TMI but mother nature gave me a present this morning. My female time of the month arrived early. I was complaining to the hubby and he said to  me ” Hey mother nature gave you the best gift ever, you are not with child”. I couldn’t agree more and so my attitude is turned around and i’m back on the happy track.

Enjoy your day loves! I know I owe you all lots of posts and I will get to it soon i promise! With the  extra shifts at work I just havent had the time. But things should slow back down.

We’ll talk soon my readers!
xoox
Tash

Ok, so i had the awesome idea to pop a bottle wine in the freezer so i  could kick back and relax tonight. I have been in the “fuck it” mood. Don’t want to do anything. Stress about anything.

Oh, I have loads to do, and lots going on and buckets to stress over.

But, some stuff I cannot put off -anymore.

SO, I want to have my last ” fuck it” day  before i start tackling some of it tomorrow. I work the next 3 days so I do not want nor need anything else to do beside that.

SO, I go about my duties, cook, clean and take of care of house stuff and spend some time with Bianca.

It’s that time of year again. It has begun. Shedding. So I’ve been brushing her for long times a few times a day to help lessen a mouth of stray dog hair.

Anywho, I had almost forgotten i put a bottle in the freezer.  And it was like ten minutes before my mother comes home from work. I”m 24 , so I’m certainly legal. But, no matter my age she will always have something condescending to say about drinking. So, I hurry up and try to open the bottle.

I hate cork screws!

I couldn’t do it.

I run upstairs and thrust the bottle in Omar’s face and say HELP ME. In two seconds he got the cork screw out. Only problem the whole cork didn’t come out. It broke in half. So he reinserts the cork screw and pops the rest of the cork screw out.

But dancing in my wine is a million cork flakes and few big pieces for good measure.

I say no biggie and get a napkin, fold it and put it over the bottle and go to pour.

Not a fucking thing came out!

SO i unfold the napkin and try it with a single layer. Still.. nothing.  So Omar hands me a pipe screen and i poked a million holes in the napkin figuring its enough for liquid to come through and the screen will block the flakes.

It blocked the flakes alright, but it also blocked the liquid. So i removed the napkin and tried the screen alone to make sure. And of course nothing.

I look at the flakes swimming in the bottle and i said FUCK IT.

I put the screen at an angle and poured. It worked. It blocked most of the flakes and the pressure from the screen caused the liquid to go around it but the flakes stayed caught in the screen.

I got my drink,

Determination is the key!

Half a bottle later, I got a case of the chats! I’m chatty! I want to have a conversation. But no one to chat with!

If you are in a chatty mood, feel free to drop me comments 🙂

So, from my previous post you probably know I had a tiring day friday night. I wanted nothing more to come home and have a nice big glass of  liquor.

That didn’t happen. I didn’t have any liquor. So i settled for venting via blogging and eating a bag of chips.

I was off of work today and I was just tired. Physically yes, but mostly mentally. Not just from work, but from life. So I spent the day in bed mostly. Watched the season finale of Shameless and two episodes of Revolution so I’m caught up on all my shows.

But, i really wanted that drink.  But, on a part time retail pay check, I just can’t afford to spend the 20 something bucks on a bottle of liquor. Plus, the drinking will make me smoke a few extra ciggys and I don’t have extra ciggy money in the budget.

So, watching mindless TV all day was helping a bit.

Then i said fuck it.

I went downstairs to the bar. I figured I could find a little of SOMETHING to make a drink. I knew I was out of all the good stuff. I have all the mixers , peach snaps , triple sec, sour mix, sweet and sour mix. I was looking maybe for a shot of whiskey or tequila. So i open the bar doors and found nothing but empty bottles.

What the fuck. I don’t keep empty bottoms. I have no idea who drained my little stash. My dad notices me and he comes over and starts looking through his bar stash. It was wiped out too.

SO that left only the wine stash.

You know the stuff people give you as a last-minute gift. Mostly stuff my mother brought home from work accumulated over the years or part of the cheese gift basket. Cheap wine. Mixture of red and white. Some of them were literally 2 bucks a bottle.

I said fuck it, and grab the first non cork bottle I see. I hate opening corks, i can never work the cork screw.  I then throw the bottle in the freezer.

A little bit later i take a oh so fashionable plastic cup and the bottle upstairs. I pour myself a drink.

I drank my first cup and just laid down sipping my drink. It was divine.

The hubby comes back into the room and as i pour my second cup we watch a comedy special, Louis C k.  Fucking hilarious.

After the special I pour the third and final cup. The hubs went to sleep and I’m watching TV waiting for 12 for a movie to start on HBO.

I fuss around and finally find a really comfy spot. Perfect amount of blanket on and blanket off making just the right temperature for my comfort. The right amount of pillow fluff and support. I was feeling pretty freaking relaxed and unburdened.

I reach over to my cup and when i pick it up it got hit against something else on the night stand.
Liquid proceeded to fall all over my arm, pillow, and bed with a splash on my blanket for good measure. I immediately started cursing. I actually thought for a second if I could manage with all the wine wetness.

Some more cursing, I get up and grab a towel and start moping up the wine. Aggressively.

The hubs manages to sleep through all this.

I’m not upset over the spilt wine.

I’m upset over the lost comfort. It was that rare moment of comfort.

Now Lost forever.

At-least I still have half a cup of wine left.

 

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Tuesday March  26th 2013
8:50am

Dear Journal;

My Friend, it is official… I am getting old.  I went out Sunday night and I am still tired. On coffee number 2 before my shift.  Hope its busy, at least that will keep me on my feet.

I had a blast though. Straight after work I meet the bestie and her date.  We went to a Korean restaurant. I could barely read the menu. The bill wasn’t in English LOL.  But the food was yummy! And OMG before we left I went to use their restroom…i inquire where and the lady points to the back. So i walk to the back and see  a sign saying restroom with an arrow point down a set of stairs.  I was like ummm weird but shrugged and said whatever and went down the set of stairs. But, it turned out, it was TWO sets of stairs. The first set were polished and pristine , hardwood-ish to match the rest of the restaurant. The second yet… yeah not so much. They were concrete stairs with the typical flimsy metal hand rail.  Which led to a basement. Concrete walls to complete the look of course.  Insert horror movies  scenes here. I had to  wait too! Someone was in the bathroom and so I had to stand there in a damp looking, cold and drafty concrete hallway staring at a room with a door slightly ajar with a small ray of light pouring out of the room. I shortly realized someone was IN the room.  I heard shuffling of feet from the room and then dull chopping and I was praying whoever was in the room 1) stayed in the room and 2) they were chopping meat – not body parts.  Then i heard whoever was in there phone ring. It was some Blade( vampire hunter movie)  techno sounding music and i laughed to myself. If they are listening to that, I bet I could take em in a fight.

After the bathroom escapades I  took two lesbians next door to a gay bar( gay men only). I had a blast.

It was so much fun. I went over budget but not by much. My friend’s date even paid the go-go dancer to give my friend a lap dance. I was almost on the floor in hysterics because my friend kept screaming “NO! I’m SUPER gay! I don’t want a lap dance from a guy! I’m SUPER gay!”  I almost died of laughter.  After a couple of pelvis thrusts my friend told him “OK you earned your five dollars!” LOL

We left at like 2am . I actually enjoyed the travel home on the train.  Sitting on the stairs waiting for the train . Then once i boarded the train I was writing.

And when I got home I had such a fun time with the hubby. Even got to watch The Walking Dead.

And in present time now, I am laughing because as I am writing, writing about  go-go dancers and debauchery,  two little old religious ladies walked up to me ( the ones that hand out the book let with bible excerpts)  and said ” God Bless you miss! What a smart girl writing!” I smiled and said thank you but inside I was laughing. If only they knew the smut I was writing about. Would they think the same?

In other news, my grandfather had a fall. He didn’t tell anyone right away. In fact he didn’t tell anyone until late Monday. The home attendant came and got me to tell me he didn’t eat breakfast and hasn’t gotten out of bed yet. So she fed him and we stayed with him and he felt better after eating but he said he has no strength. He tried to hold himself to sit up but nothing happens. So we assisted him. But, he kept saying he felt fine , didn’t feel sick or anything just he didn’t have the strength although he said he felt normal as if he could do it but when he tries nothing happens. So we set him up. We set up a walker next to the bed . We put the bed pan next to him and we are watching him closely. He said he didn’t feel like he needed a doctor but we probably going to take him anyway. It could be time is the culprit… he is 92 years old.

I’ll write again soon Journal , gotta finish this coffee before my shift. Tash

9:14am

Author’s Note: My grandpa’s condition was worrying my family so they took him to the hospital an hour or two after I left for work. Turned out my grandpa’s heart rate was real low and he needed a pacemaker.

Is this my first drunk post? I think so .

Well, folks let’s go on an adventure shall we?
Today, well it’s tomorrow when I’m writing this, but I’m talking about Saturday.  Saturday, my day off, I was asked to go hang out by a friend.  Nothing concrete, but I was asked. So i texted back asking when. I was told by my friend he wasn’t up for that specific outing( it was an outdoor walking art gallery) so I said eh okay. I don’t have to comb my hair then and that’s fine too.

Cause i had a hell of a morning.  I had a mini panic attack because I was looking for my banking account information. I had to open a new bank account because my old one is a joint bank account with the hubby. But, my income( if you can call it that) with my retail job will affect his  disability, even though we aren’t married( i call him my hubby but technically we are not legally married, engaged, but for all  official titles I have been demoted to care-taker so not to complicate his insurances and stuff). So I had to open up a new bank account. With a new account they give you a little envelope with the account number written on the front and a few temporary checks. I couldn’t find that envelope anywhere.  I up-ended bags of paperwork and pulled paper work off shelves. I made a mess.

Hour or so later I was about to give up and run to the bank in my pjs paranoid someone is going to steal my little bit of money with the information, then I  found it.

In my kindle case that was sitting right on my night stand.

So, I showered dressed and went about my day. I went to Popeyes twice. Yes, twice. Cause i went to get the hubby his food and i ordered the meal he usually gets. They gave me the wrong order. But, i didn’t check at the store. So i walked all the way home, the hubby found out it was the wrong order.  I took the wrong order back and got what i ordered then walked back home.

Then my brother came home with this beast of a coffee maker. So, or course we had to try it out and try different flavors. Thus, I’m drunk but it’s  334 am as I type this.
So around 6ish i was alone and my friend canceled the outing so i put on a movie and made myself a drink. I watched an old Disney channel original movie, Halloween Town. Actually I watched Part two and part of Part Three of the movie series. I was having a grand ol’ time. The hubby went next door to play video games with my brother. So  was alone, laptop off and my bestie busy tending to a newborn. So it was just me , movie and a cup of imported New Amsterdam vodka.  It was splendid. My dog was walked and sleeping. It was relaxing.

Then my cousin texted me asking if I wanted to drink. I debated ignoring the text but she was coming upstairs ( she lives downstairs in the first floor apartment of my parent’s two family house) to hang out in my brother’s room. So it’s not like i could hide. A little reluctantly, I said I’ll hang for a little bit. I just use my dog as an excuse to bail when i get bored.  Cause I’m not taking her into my brother’s room…all smokey and that. Not good for a little dog. So I  put my dog downstairs with my dad and she got mad I had woken her up to move her so she is pretending it was her idea to relocate and defiantly trotted over to her pillow completely ignoring me.

So i hang out.  I’m drinking and we watched a movie Project X. That was a good movie.  It made me want to go to a party.  So i started drunk texting friends. It’s about the only time you can reliably text me. I tend to ignore my phone. Or forget to respond. But, when drinking and home I hold the best convos via text. So i texted a friend who is also a friend with the friend I was supposed to go out with earlier. She was at the event. With him.

What the fuck bro? I told her he said he wanted to cancel , I was supposed to go. She was properly remorseful and oblivious so I wasn’t mad at her.  And it’s not one of those situations where the guy is after the girl. The guy is gay in a long term committed relationship. The girl, she WAS a lesbian and then turned in her lesbo card for a crush and they dated for several months.

So, I was pissed though. I don’t go out often. I’m not willing to go out often. I asked  a few times if he is going to change his mind let me know. So, it was like a slap in the face. Next time I’m willing to go out, it will be with other people.

OKAY that’s all i wrote last night, ( well technically this morning), so i’m now finishing writing about my night in the afternoon , Sunday.

Anyway, so i said fuck it and kept drinking and hanging out.

We ended up talking about weddings. The definition of a weddings vs marriage. We have a friend getting married next year, but he is doing a destination wedding so the guest has to pay for their own cruise ticket. She was appalled and trashed weddings like that. Then my brother said he is going to be the best man and he is saving for a wedding gift. My cousin almost shit a brick. She adamantly said if you are paying to a go to a wedding you don’t have to give a gift.  No matter what we said, she just couldn’t understand it’s not about the money. It’s about your best friend since you were little. Giving him a great day and best wishes. You WANT to give them a gift.

She’s just bitter she is single.

Things get fuzzy. We talked alot about a lot of things. Then, the munchies hit.

So my brother decides to go on a munchie run at 2am( he wasn’t drinking). Of course the hubby wants food too so I go with my brother.

I’m also out of ciggy’s and luckily my brother was. So we found an 24 hour gas station and we get out of the card and I’m praying they carry my brand of ciggys. My brand isn’t a popular brand. They had it!  Then i hear my brother with a little panic in his voice “wait, i don’t see the newports!”  I didn’t see them either. But, they had his brand too. But my brand they only had  regulars, not 100s.  But smokes are smokes so i go to pay and son of bitch it was almost 13 dollars. I usually pay 11.90. You should have seen my face and how begrudgingly I handed over the cash.  I sucked my teeth all the way back to the car.

Then , we finally pull into a Wendy’s parking lot. Normally, I’m not good with math. I have trouble with basic math. No lie, I am serious. I am good with words, not numbers. Add the drinking. Yeah it was a mess. My brother ended up paying with his card and when i checked the receipt I could not figure out how much cash i owed himit. I handed him a 20 and called it a day.

Now, my brother drives fast. With loud music. It was a mini club in my head.

Not to mention we were in the whole time warped black hole. That’s right. Daylight savings. Time went forward an hour.

So we left at 2am and got home a little after  3am. Wrap your drunk mind around that.

I bring all the food inside and my brother went to his room and I went to mine.

I rarely eat fast food, when i do it’s usually the seafood order or something. But, i got spicy chicken sandwich and french fries. And a soda. I don’t drink soda!

The hubby and I eat and i sat down to write this while eating.

So now, it’s Sunday. I don’t have a full-blown hangover, just that fuzzy state that wont go away. I work closing tonight.

But, its okay. Cause I got drunk last night. I laughed.  I found out character traits of people. I had fun. A few hours of suffering at work is worth it. Though  I don’t know if working missing the airing of The Walking Dead is worth it…lol.