Had a pretty normal week last week. Until I had the day off friday. It is never good when I hit the bar a 1:00 in the afternoon. I had to work saturday and was miserable. I had a couple of partys to go to that afternoon, so as bad as it was at work at least I was looking forward to something. The first party had mad amounts of food and booze. Lots of good friends and good times were had by all. The second party was a little more laid back, but I contiued to pickle myself. Capped the night of with my brother, another bottle of yager, and a little dubage, needless to say I was mush. Told my brother I was not drinking on sunday, I had to take the day off to recover, but he was haveing none of that. So round 12 on sunday. Spent all day monday trying to recover from the weekend. I don't know why I beat myself up so much. I did get one good pict this weekend so I will share it with you in closeing
