Hurting today...

A few lessons I've clearly yet to learn:

A PITCHER of margarita on an empty stomach = BAD. BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD

I got about 4 hours of sleep last night, spread between the hours of 1am and 9am.

And while worshipping at the Church of St. Plumbing, I realized that there is absolutely NO point of getting drunk anymore.

My poor tummy.