I remember why I don't go out anymore... hangovers. I'm not that hungover, I mean I'm not hugging the porcelain goddess or anything but my head is killing me. I used to be able to drink whatever...and lots of it. Then again last night was the first night in several weeks that I went out.
And I have neighbors that like to stop outside my window and talk talk talk talk...men talking. The deeper the voice the farther it carries, and right through my walls is where it ends up.
And I think the bartender charged me too much.
How is everyone elses Saturday morning?