this morning #1664.
this morning, still recovering from new year’s eve, i went into work hoping for a slight reprieve from the bullshit i usually have to endure on a daily basis. just let me sit at my desk. let me work without inane interruptions from all the chatty kathys in my department. let me get through today & tomorrow. please. let me make it to the weekend, when i can lay low. stay home. try to sleep off this multi-day hangover. maybe if i play my cards right, i’ll be back to normal by sunday night & can meet up with the guys for a few brews. just one or two. nothing crazy. can’t let them keep being bad influences on me. if i do, i’ll end up back where i am right now. “new year. new you.” ugh. i guess i need to slow down.