Et tu Albert?

It is weird to wake up on a Saturday without any grogginess. It was unfamiliar territory for me. For a second I thought it was a Wednesday and I was late for work.

I see some people figured out my message about Hell and realized it was a link to a new site. Others are baffled and wondering why I have disappeared. I felt the need to create a new site for two reasons. One, to separate a sober side of me from the drunken fool. It may be something I want to forget down the line and can easily delete this foolish experiment.

Second, it just wouldn't be right to have roughly 40 posts and no references to drinking on a site called, While Drinking, I.... Hey, even I have standards! The sanctity of a drinking website must be kept intact.

So I wake up, in an ungroggy fashion, and get out of bed to realize I have no coffee. Damn! I now wish I hadn't given the Starbucks gift card away. I drink some water and grab the paper. Reading the paper without a cup of coffee just ain't the same.

Now I have to figure out what the hell I am going to do today. Without plans to head out to grab a beer, some wings or watch some sports, I feel confused.