I have two and a half more hours of work and all I want to do is sleep. I had a few beers and a couple shots of Yager last night. I'm freakin' tired. And yes, I drank with all of my guy friends in Charleston-me, myslelf, and I. I guess I wasn't totally alone-my dog was there to witness my affliction. Every day of this week has felt like a Friday. I've been waiting for the end of the day so it can hurry up and be the end of the week so that Cyndi will be done with exams, and we can finally relax and enjoy Christmas. I almost wrote 'enjoy the Holidays.' I hate hippies. Hate them. Anyway, the point is I'm tired and typing looks like work. I can write whatever and eventually it will be time to go home. Home where I can walk Madison and go to sleep.
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When I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself.
While we are quoting Thoroughgood, 1 bourbon 1 scotch and 1 beer. And of course playing Bond with drinking rules involving a shot of the liquor of choice always gets you through the night.....but I wouldn't know, I was always walking in on that from a night of ThermoDAMNamics.
Trust me, continuum and analytical DAMNamics are a lot worse than thermo.
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