I just got to work about 30 minutes ago (it’s 10:30 now) and received the following email from a friend:

“I am so hungover I don’t know if I can even function…”

Here’s the rest of our conversation:

“Oh no. I’m not feeling too hot myself. Why must I continue to make the same mistakes over and over and over and over again … out til 1am at Asylum. I hate it when I wake up in the morning, hungover as hell, and realize it’s not a weekend.”

“I really feel like shit. Already had a bacon, egg, and cheese bagel, 40 oz of diet coke, two aleve and now onto Gatorade.”

“I have had nothing to eat, but already went to the bathroom twice this morning. All I gotta say is 8 Jamesons and triple X hot wings are a dangerous combination.”

“Holy shitburgers! I think I kissed the bartender last night…

“Oh no…. I HATE it when that happens! What bar?”

“Are we still going to happy hour tonight?”

“If I’m feeling better.

“You will.”

“I’m an alcoholic trooper.”

“Is there any other kind?”

I just finished a ham sandwich. Back to the bathroom for me… for the third time. What I wanna know is will I be making this same mistake in 20 years? Uhhh, yeah, probably so. At least I don’t have to go to work tomorrow.

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