Catch 22

Along with the rather nice weather last night came a rather warm, fuzzy feeling. I started drinking right at 5:30 when I got home from work. Had the cooler filled full, Puppy on the leash, all set for a good evening. After the Brewer's won 6-0 I watched a movie on Netflix until 11:30. I went to bed, managed to put my left contact lense into the side with the big "R" and went to bed.

I felt like shit all day. Since I took Friday off there were things I had to get done so I went about my work, making sure to double check every calculation. After my 3:00 poop I looked in the mirror and I looked like shit. 5:00 couldn't come soon enough.

When I got home I assessed the damage. 22 beers were unaccounted for. I had no idea I had 22 beers, on a school night nonetheless. I have to start keeping track of the beers this summer, hopefully making a 30 pack last two whole nights.