It Is What It Was

I will make no excuses, I'm sure I drank more than God would have liked me to last night. So why did I do it? After eight and a half years I thought I owed my co-workers a drink (for me that is). They never pressured me, always accepted me for who I was. I don't care for alcohol all that much, don't like the "drunk" feeling, HATE the hangover and when it comes down to it, I would much rather eat my calories anyway. It was a nice time. A safe time. Still pretty sure I won't be doing that again for another decade or so (or never). Kind of like Haley's comet. If you missed it too bad...I'm sure there are plenty of pictures (damn it!) ;o) Tommy's always trying to get me to "let my hair down" and all I ever do is keep cutting it all off. Poor guy! ;o) Today...so far so good, surprisingly, after only 1 to 2 hours of horrible sleep. Maybe it will catch up with me. Who am I kidding, it will.