I was feeling great today then some jackass on the train decided it was a good idea to rub his groin up on my leg. I tried to move to another place on the train but it was packed. The train degenerate had conveniently cornered me. It's 10am and all I want is a Margarita. I mean do I really need to not drink until April 12th?
Oh, today is Mardis Gras. Too bad, I have to work late. Boy could I use a glass of wine.
I'll try to shoot for a week of sobriety. Oh, I have a great idea. I'm going to give up caffeine as well.
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