Kill Me

It's 10:30PM and I am still at work. Why you ask? Beats the shit out of me. Blog postings were scarce this weekend as I was nursing the mother load of hangovers. Seriously I wanted someone to just put me out of my misery. Why is it that you start out the night thinking "Woooo!!! Let's git duurunk!!", without thinking of the consequences? I mean, it always happens that upon awakening in the morning you feel like a dead cow, withering in the desert with sand filling up your orifices. It's like you have a mental block upon the first drink of the night and then after the tenth your brain is all "Whhhaaa?? I gunna ralph? Nawww!!"

And then you wake up in the morning and die. Which I did, a couple of times.