boy do i need a drink

Just a fair warning, this is going to be a complaint-filled entry. If you don't want to hear my complain, I suggest you stop reading and get back to work. Athankyouverymuch.

Blokay - so you wanna keep reading? Here it is, don't say I didn't warn you:

So it's friday afternoon. At 3:17pm. I am hungover. And tired. And cranky. And sore from working out. And did I mention I'm hungover? Yep I partied a little too hard on Thirsty Thursday and I am paying for it dearly today at work. Woke up at 8:15 when I'm supposed to leave my apartment by 8:00 to get to work on time. So that's special. Needless to say there was no time for showering this morning. Just enough time to brush my teeth and wash my face and run a comb through my hair. Just barely.