- Nachos, the breakfast of ex-champions.
I didn’t show the cold beer because it was in my hand.
I went out with some of the people I work with, and got home at 4am. –Then I got to drag my sorry ass out of bed at 7am so I could make it to work on time.
Yeah, I know I’m too damn old to party with a bunch of 20 year olds. But that doesn’t stop me from trying, and judging by the number of guys near my age who were still there when we left, I’m not alone.
So I get up and make breakfast. I’ve got tortilla chips, canned chili and cheese and my last cold Killian’s Red for breakfast, so it’s all good.
I vaguely remember promising myself that I would start eating healthy and exercise. but my drunken self is a liar so the promise doesn’t count. What can I say? At the end of the night or early the next morning, the alcohol and impending hangover win.
Now I’m at work hoping the coffee will help, it never does, but hope springs eternal.
As I type this I’m starring at the company blog, knowing that I have to post something important, but with my brain on a mini-vacation I can’t seem to find the beginning.
Okay, I’ve uploaded the photos, and I know what I need to say, but my brain is still wandering around in an alcohol induced fog..
I guess I’ll get it done, but not until after lunch.
One of the guys that works as an editor for TheNowReport.vegas told me that he has the same problem, and he gets paid a hell of a lot more than I do.
Which is depressing. Not because he has the same problem I have, but because he works a lot less and makes a lot more.
For now I’m living on Excedrin and coffee, and plotting the demise of one of the local easy listening radio station.
Mother of God I hate mornings.