So Monday night drinks were awesome, although I found myself having to go home by 10pm if I would have any chance of functioning on Tuesday. And I took last night off from the booze because it looks like I might be in for 5 straight nights of serious liver damage.
I'm sure there are stories, but I don't have time to type them because I've agreed to skip the last hour of work today and head to the pub to meet some friends.
In the meantime, whatever happens, can we please make sure that Skeletor here isn't elected to be the newest President of the US? It's still better than the circus chimp we have in office, but I'd like to aim a little higher.