Just like Christmas!
I woke up at 4:40 this morning. Just like a little kid on Christmas morning or a guy who just was given a pass to the Magical World of Boobland, I couldn't sleep anymore. I was excited. I was just hours away from relaxing affects of alcohol.
So close to leaving Hell. I think I may enjoy a drink at home at 7:32. Pour about two fingers of Maker's Mark and bask in the moment before heading out. Or I just may hit the bar right away. Depends on the moment. And who is coming to give me a ride. To the bar that is. Mustache rides for the chosen ladies will come later. Only a nickel.
I am disappointed that the countdown didn't work as it should have. When it reached zero it was suppose to replace itself with a message that said "At sunset, I drink!". But it counted back up. WTF? Oh well.
The last month and a half has been interesting. Good and bad. Time to reconnect with the real world. Just one workday to get through.
Can anyone guess how much I will get done at work today?
posted by StB at 7:04 AM
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Here is a song for your remaining time.
And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full -
I've traveled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets? I've had a few,
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course -
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill - my share of losing.
But now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that,
And may I say, not in a shy way -
Oh no. Oh no, not me.
I did it my way.
For what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself - Then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
Let the record show I took the blows
And did it my way.
Yes, it was my way.
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