Fuck you, Greg....

I know, I'm the advocate of the "You Are Your Own Liquor Control Board" way of doing things.... but when I look at my coffee table covered in beer bottles, the dribbles of coke left in the 2L bottle that was mixed with a bunch of rye and a receipt from the Galway.... I can't help but think that I wouldn't have (likely) done that had Greg not been passing though last night.

I am still hungover. It's 7:41pm as I type this.

Not cool.

I'm better now, but for most of the day, I had the "full-body, ice pick through the temples, just wish I could die"-level hangover. I haven't been hungover like that in months. I'm not even kidding. I spent most of the day screaming "FUCK" every time I got into my car, just to release a little pain.

Oh, did I mention I was also in meetings all morning, had lunch with a client and a contractor, got a call for a minor disaster at site before I even left home, and generally had to be productive today?

Yeah.

I should likely also mention that I woke up on the couch, still fully clothed, at about 8:30.

I'd like to say that I learned an important lesson today... that perhaps I need to stop going out with students who have no class the following day and people that don't work until 5pm........ but I'm pretty sure if this were Vegas, the book would have taken the odds of me actually learning anything from this off the board already.