Beer at 4:30 AM
My new hours of employment are absolutely killing any hope of a relationship with normal, diernal, human beings that live fruitful lives and are employed doing most of the work on this planet each day. I have to buy toothpaste at 7-11 because, hey, its the only store open.
When I got home this AM, I sat down and watched Letterman without looking at a clock and had a beer with Dinner at 4:30 AM. I haven’t seen an actual ray of sunshine in about 6 days. Yet, I am somehow more tan than I was before….I think its radiation from all the Amber Traffic Signals constantly flashing or Mountain Dew Code Red actually leeching into my skin.
so what’s the new job? and sounds like you’re on the same schedule as me now…
Think Frank Drebbin.