“And I’m all strung out…”
Everytime I stay out late drinking, I end up saying the same damn thing the next morning, “Why did I stay out so damn late?”, or, “Whose idea was to open that last bottle of wine?” and last, but certainly not least, “Tired today…”.
I met Tera and Jackie (who are suffering from, “Love on the rocks…ain’t no big surprise….just pour me a drink and I’ll tell you some lies.” ) at Limerick’s around 6:00, then OLJ met us there about 9:00, and pretty soon, it was 4 ciders later, some deep-fried treats, and after midnight. ACK!
At least, no one listened to my ill-conceived suggestion to go to Fern’s afterwards.
I guess I can look forward to another non-productive day. (sigh)
