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Too Bad About That, Really by Ray Printer Friendly

One of the worst things about being me is that Iím kind of an idiot. For instance, instead of going to bed last night at a reasonable hour like a reasonable person, I stayed up entirely too late in a drunken discussion about the evils of drinking. So moronic that itís almost magnificent.

And then, instead of waking up at a reasonable hour like a reasonable person, I awoke four hours later. Staggered out to the kitchen and maintained concentration long enough to make coffee. Bowl of granola cereal, handful of vitamins, maybe Iíll resemble a real human being at some point today, but not right now.

And instead of getting ready for work, I sat down at my computer to write this, burning up any margin I had for dealing with traffic. Because thereís nothing quite as fun as dealing with Austin morning rush hour when you can barely keep your eyelids open.

Amazingly, I have absolutely no hangover, which is always nice. But at this point, Iím wondering how Iím possibly going to make it through the day. Iíve gotten soft in my old age, and when I try to play like Iím still young enough to draw from a well of youthful vitality, I get my ass handed to me.

Anyways, have a good day, Strangelanders.


Comments:
Entered By Trey From NYC
2006-09-28 15:54:05

wuss.


Entered By Ray From Austin
2006-09-28 20:19:46

Tell it to my liver, bud.



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