Hanging in there

Right now I’m still nursing the big daddy of all hangovers. It seems to be a regular thing lately; this time every week.

Weekends are so good to me. But Mondays are such a bitch. Don’t know why I still do it. Moth to a flame and all that.

But I’m still alive… Until next week that is. Have a great one.

Is something wrong she said
Of course there is
You’re still alive she said
Oh do I deserve to be?
Is that the question?
And if so, if so
Who answers, who answers?

Still hung over

Another one of those awesome weekends… thought so at the time.

On Monday it does not feel so awesome. Into Tuesday, and it feels only marginally better. Is it possible to still be hung over two days into the week? Certainly feels like it.

Hence this meaningless post. Hopefully things get back to normal tomorrow. Perhaps an appropriate song in the interim.

Damn you whiskey. I might just forgive you this weekend. We’ll see…