Well, I Survived

It’s 8:40 Monday morning.  Considering that I just spent the entire time since Thursday evening either shitfaced or asleep, I feel surprisingly good.  Just took a shower, feeling okay, need to get a little coffee in me.  Gotta buy a few phone cards to charge up my cell phone then it’s off to an agonizing week of mundane, boring work which will make me want to hang myself.

You know, the usual.

I’m sure that about Wednesday I’ll feel the itch to go out for dinner and drinks, but I have to let these creaky old bones get a little rest before I go out and tie one on again.  I’m getting too old for this shit.

Update: I’m about to walk out the door and I’ve been listening to some tunes while I dress.  “Rocketman” by Elton John just came on and, for some reason, this seems like to perfectly capture the mood I’m in right now.  I love this song.

I am off all this week.  My son turns 15 tomorrow, so we had his party today (sunday).  A few of the adults who were supposed to attend did not make it for some reason, and I ended up drinking most of the beer myself.  Just typing this has tsken me almost 10 minutes with all the back spacing I had to do.  I am starting to feel like crap already.  Going to go drink some water, take some aspirin and force myself to stay awake another hour or so.  I hope I feel as good as you do when I wake up tomorrow, but I know I won’t.  Glad you survived.

I prefer the Stewie Griffin version of Rocketman…

Which is a take off of the William Shatner version of Rocketman.