our protagonist, me, has roughly 10 minutes to get ready for work and he chooses to sit down on the couch and type for 9 of them. This really isn’t that dramatic of a decision because he would only take 30 seconds to throw on a shirt regardless of the rest of his activities.

Two things happened last night: I had a BIG conversation with a friend and then I had a BAD dream that a student at my school assaulted me. These things aren’t really connected except through the whisky that served as a backdrop for both.

And now, this morning, I am desperately tired and have quite a bit of a headache.

If I were in AA this would count as a relapse, but since I’m not it is simply regretful. Why regret? Well, as I mentioned above, I have to go to work and I REALLY don’t wanna…