I'm getting to the age where even normal drinking makes me depressed, exhausted and achy the next day. I had maybe three sakes last night and I can't stand the thought of living another day, let alone getting work done.

Me, too. And I REALLY like to have a glass of wine every night to relax me. I'm actually not drinking my nightly glass this week to see if I feel less like crap the next day.

I, on the other hand, can drink myself blind and get up chipper and perky at 7am the next morning.

In fact, I feel better after getting hammered than I do after going to sleep either completely sober or with much of my pain meds.

It's mornings like this one that have me wanting to throw myself at the feet of my specialist and beg him to admit me to hospital. Or mornings like yesterday. Or the day before that. Or, quite probably, tomorrow.

I had no drinks at all last night and I'm STILL all full of gronk! Unfair, I tell you!

Now I'm alone in my office. I'd tell you to fear me, but I'm actually looking at clip art for lack of anything better to do.

I'm totally full of gronk, because of the fact that I can't stay up till 11 anymore! That's even lamer than not being able to drink, I say.

Also, I don't want to work. Luckily, the main task I have is totally on hold because no one will get back to me. Meh.

I take one Exedrin PM and sometimes an Ambien every night. Benedryl can make me jittery, so the secret for me is to take the Exedrin PM about 90 minutes before I go to bed. I do sleep well, though.

I just paid around $115 to Ticketmaster for the privilege of two $44 tickets. Bastarggggghs.

Floyd Landis lost his doping case. They're stripping him of his Tour de France title.

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How did TicketMaster manage to get this seeming monopoly?

Yikes.

I just got an email that was so outrageous, it made me laugh for a really long time. There's no way to properly describe it to you people, but it was kind of the equivalent of, "Hey you guys, why don't we just make February come AFTER March?"