The plan: Finish up my private gig last night, go watch the end of the Phillies game and grab a quick beer, then still be home early. I haven’t paid my bills in months, and I’ve got a lot of work to get done on Thursday, so it’s important that I get a good night’s sleep!
The reality: Phils game goes an excrutiating 14 innings, lasting well past midnight. I have a few beers. Then things get ugly. The freaking rocket scientists I’m hanging out with decide that we should celebrate the Phils win by drinking mind erasers. Not one, but two. I never do shots. Why? So I never feel the way I do RIGHT F****** NOW! To make matters worse, I had a construction crew at my house at 9 a.m., so I’ve been lying in bed, listening to drills and hammers for the past 2+ hours. I am in a world of pain.
