As it is a pseudo-Monday morning, I have decided to take a moment to reflect on the events of the past week; unfortunately, this reads like an endless succession of nights of liquid debauchery. I think I need to curtail my evening activities, and make an attempt to add more nights that involve knitting, my bathrobe, and the couch. By my calculations, this is my last week in statistics:
Number of hangovers: 5
Number of drinks consumed: 19
Amount of money spent on drinks/food: $169.48
Number of bars/watering holes frequented: 8
That’s sad. I feel pathetic. My nice winter coat permanently smells like it has a filthy three pack-a-day habit. From now on (or at least until Friday), I am going to sloth it at home and drink only soy milk.
On another note, Hi Mom and Dad! Welcome to my blog. I suppose this is not a particularly heart-warming first read for you; for that I apologize. Let me formally introduce myself: I am the crass, burping, alcohol-swilling son you never wanted. In my defense, I did read a Joyce Carol Oates novel yesterday, and I am in the middle of Orwell’s 1984 and Flaubert’s Madame Bovary. And boy do I love musicals! See? I’m not a complete leech on society.