Good God – I’m poisoned. I went out last night like it was a weekend night – hundred beers, multiple bars, food too late, bed at 2.30am – and I am completely devoid of stability. I am not right. I’m not even going to recount the evening except to say that it was fun while it was actually occurring. Of course, all of that is lost now. The Excedrin is kicking in, but it seems to be doing nothing for the shivers and panicked considerations of whether to run to the bathroom and, once there, what to do first. Why, why did I do this? Oh, right. It was fun. On the way in to work this morning, I listened to E-40’s “My Drinking Club” just to be ironic and mean.

Gotta go down to Mix and get a big Blue Berrymore and something to eat. Dude, there’s a wrap at Mix called – I swear I am not making this up – Hot Beef Injection. There’s also Ike and Tina Tuna, and Good Thai Ming…har har.

Ok, off to shiver on the can and pray for a quick death. Hope all is well in NYC, NC, and elsewhere…actually, I hope you’re all suffering too. Just kidding.

Chucky