Dear friends.

The next time I go out drinking on a weeknight and I say something to the effect of "I don't have to work til 10 am", could someone please remind me that there's really not that much difference between eight and ten. And to, at the very least, take it easy*. I mean, last night was tonnes of fun and all, but this morning...not so much.

Thank you.

*With exception to this coming friday. I'm getting drunk and dancing like a crazy person. I don't care when I have to go to work. Party!!!