This past week was hell week at work. It was the week where I had to handle 850 holiday cards and right around 200 gifts for group clients at the hotel. And do you know what my favorite part was? The fact that to send the gifts, I had to bring the packages to the post office to see how much it would cost to send them, then bring them back to the office to post them, then bring them back to the post office to have them sent out. Efficiency at its finest.

Yesterday I went into work at 8am and I left at midnight. Sixteen hours. By the end I was knocking shit over left and right and just laughing. Laughing, laughing, laughing. It's probably a good thing they moved the portable bar away from my coat check station early in the evening. However, my favorite part of the night was watching my bus crush fall asleep on his seat mate on the way home. There was more manic laughing at that.

Now I am tempted to say that exhaustion beats being drunk, but it seems that much more sleep is required to ward off exhaustion than to take care of a hangover. I slept for over eight hours last night (which happens to be about five hours more than I get when I drink), but I felt I needed a nap three hours after waking up today. So at about 1:15 I went down, fully intending to take a little nap, then work out, take a shower, get myself humanized to go to the grocery store with Darren when he got off work at 6. So I was out in a matter of seconds and I woke up four and a half hours later at 5:43.

So the moral of the story is, go get drunk. It's far more time-effective.

I'm sorry I suck so bad. My brain is still mushy.