girl you better recognize the game

Today was a big bag of butt. A great giant sack of ass. I hated it. It was too busy, and I feel like I got nothing done (I'm still working now, in fact — well, not right now) and, here comes the goodest good part, I have to go out tonight.

What do I mean "have to"? I mean "HAVE TO!" for it is the Candy Butchers magical reunion show of greatness and magic. Did I mention that it's magic? It is. And that'd be fine, except that it starts at 11:30. That's PM. I have to get up at 4AM for work. I'm not sure that I'll even be home by 4AM.

So tomorrow may be the day I end my stint as a drug-free American. Or, you know, the day I drink lots of coffee. Followed at 4PM by four cocktails capped off with a 12-hour night's sleep, I hope. Yay!