Last night, to celebrate my recent story-selling-ness, I drank the aged wine. What kind of idiot gets drunk on a wednesday night? So now I am in precisely two incompatiable states. Hungover and At Work. Well, at least my job is of a non-technical, non-precision oriented, slack fest. Oh wait. It is exactly the opposite of that.
I am displeased with this.
I am displeased with this.