100 Days

So I got absolutely obliterated last night. I mean stone cold motherfucking drunk. I started early, closed the bar down and somehow ended up at Wal-Mart at 2 a.m. buying pre-made macaroni and cheese, flat bread and hummus.

I woke up this morning with a terrible hangover (which hasn’t gone away) and I can’t for the life of me piece together the happenings of last night. I know where I was, I know what I was thinking about doing, but I can’t really tell you much more than that.

In short, I probably have to be a little more responsible on the rare times I go out.

What’s more, I obviously wasn’t very healthy last night. The mac and cheese was fantastic, and I don’t have a clue why I bought hummus. But none of it was really needed.

So that was a fun night. It is 10 p.m. right now and I am still a little bit hungover. That’s pretty rare and kind of depressing at the same time.

Other than my little bender last night, the weekend was ok. I bought some groceries Saturday and, well, that’s about it. By the way, no entry tomorrow because I have to go out of town for business. I can’t really say much more than that right now. And no, I am not a spy.

So the rush down to 240 is getting off to a bit of a slow start and I am starting to get frustrated. There are few feelings more helpless than being frustrated with yourself. At least if you are frustrated at someone else you can badmouth them and thank God you don’t have whatever characteristic they are using to annoy you. But in this situation, I’m the one letting myself down. That’s pretty shitty. So hopefully when Tuesday comes around I need to force myself to buckle down and eat right. That is of the utmost importance.

Anyway, since I am still hung over and getting ready to go out of town, I am gonna call it a night.