I pulled a shirt out of a pile in my bedroom last night and it had a massive tear in one of the sleeves. As in, the entire elbow was missing from the left arm.
I'm pretty sure I wore it out drinking last week, so now I have to wonder how much of that night I was stumbling around looking homeless, and how I didn't notice this AT ALL.
Ugh, whatever. It's Cup Day, and I'm thrilled because my client had the foresight to invite me and my boss to an "Account Planning Lunch" that just so happens to last all afternoon and the location is a bar.
Still loving this country.