Tired eyes and broken souls.

Work.

I got a late start in the day today and my morning errands took way too long. I haven’t done much work that I need to yet. I just sent out a few emails and set a few things off, but nothing like the usual of me starting to sit down and do some work between 8:30 – 9:30.

I probably just did about 30 minutes of work and I’ll take that onto the afternoon.

I have many more migrations to do and a bunch of errors that I need to finish and update Dash promos and what not.

Fun fun.

Whom am I kidding? Working over the weekend isn’t fun.

Sure, I don’t do much on the weekends anyway. This keeps me proactive and busy, but still, I wouldn’t mind just chilling and binge watching all of the shows that I’m behind on.

Not this weekend though. There are things that people need me to upload and if I’m not doing it, they won’t get it.

C’est la vie.

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Mandatory Happy Hour!

There was a going away happy hour this past Wednesday and I was the only “mandatory” attendee and doing my due diligence of saying yes, I showed up and it was fine.

The organizer of course, was a no show.

Always.

But, it wasn’t bad.

It was my first liquor/whiskey since fucking January or the last time I went out with Anosa, but I did fine. I didn’t over extend myself. I didn’t overdo it. I think I had about three, maybe four, but I wasn’t even buzzing.

Jameson – rocks.

It’s not my usual neat, but I’m adulting and need to know my limits and take care of myself.

I was surprised I stayed so late, but overall, it was a good night.

It was a bad day for me too. I was feeling tired and it felt like I was coming down with something. Body, fatigued, dying, but I showed up.

Organizer didn’t.

Lame.

I got home close to 9pm and fucking crashed. My body welcomed the sleep. I felt better in the morning; the sickness was no longer there. The alcohol worked its magic and disinfected my body.

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The LA Marathon is tomorrow.

I wouldn’t have known if it wasn’t for Ms. David’s email.

Grant it I never do anything or go anywhere on the weekends anyway, plus I have to work, but there could have been something that came up or if I wanted to do something on the whim, but now, I know, I ain’t going anywhere tomorrow.

Definitely only doing my Volcano Tea and writing run and back home.

Good excuse to be a homebod.

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There are times when I feel compelled to do something like running the marathon.

Honestly, I think if I trained, I could do it. I’m not out there to break any records and it’ll be my first, so I’ll be setting my own PR.

Then there are times when I think, fuck running. It’s the worse. My knees? Nope.

They’ll be gone.

Done.

Over.

Not worth it, but I commend those that set out to finish it or even attempt it.

I wish Ms. David the best of luck in the marathon.

She can do it.

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