A co-worker and I went to dinner after work and split a pitcher of margaritas. We had really interesting discussions of how dysfunctional we each were, and how we really respect even those co-workers we don’t particularly like.
I had a great time, and I should do this more often. I feel very lucky to be where I am with the people I am with. I just need to get fucked more often. Say once or twice a decade.
You really ought to try going and having a pitcher of Margarita’s with one or two of those people you work with and don’t really like. I’ll bet you could find some common ground.
If not, just kick their ass and tell them you were drunk.
Hey, you too? Me, too. I mean, it’s been a crazy month at work, or month and a half, and I’m going to go in on Saturday to try and catch up (ha!). But tonight, it’s a lovely combination of raspberry juice, diet Sprite and vodka. Weeding and surfing, and lacksadasical? puttering in between imbibing.
I am enjoying it greatly.
Pray god I don’t compose another Raccoon song.
Good for you! Be careful you dont end up feeling TOO good though 
thank the gods for sauvigon blanc. 
It’s amazing how much bark mulch you can spread while smoking and imbibing. 
Count down to bed… 10…8…4…7…
Hic.
I was thinking of buying some cognac, then I realized I have no one to drink it with and got depressed.
That’s what imaginary friends are for – to drink with. 